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Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance." "So it's the Gadfly," thought Gemma, looking at him with some curiosity. He bowed to her decorously enough, but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial.
Anyway, there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans, and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people, and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of except, of course, the new satirist, who is to be the attraction of the evening." "The new satirist? What, Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly."
"If I had only such objections as yours, Martini," replied the professor, "I should certainly waive them in the case of a man really possessing, as Rivarez undoubtedly does, all the qualifications Riccardo speaks of. For my part, I have not the slightest doubt as to either his courage, his honesty, or his presence of mind; and that he knows both mountains and mountaineers we have had ample proof.
"I will go home and fetch that riding-cloak of mine, Rivarez. I think you will be less recognizable in it than in your light suit. I want to reconnoitre a bit, too, and make sure there are no spies about before we start." "Are you coming with me to the barrier?" "Yes; it's safer to have four eyes than two in case of anyone following you. I'll be back by twelve. Be sure you don't start without me.
About Rivarez no doubt, it's complicated with a lot of nerve trouble; but the main cause of disturbance is an old injury that seems to have been disgracefully neglected. Altogether, he's in a frightfully knocked-about state; I suppose it was that war in South America and he certainly didn't get proper care when the mischief was done.
"I said it would be interesting to hear what is thought about the matter in Pisa and Leghorn. Perhaps Signor Rivarez can tell us something; he has just come from there." The Gadfly did not answer. He was staring out of the window and appeared not to have heard what had been said. "Signor Rivarez!" said Gemma.
"Well, so long as he has not quite succeeded there is no harm done. How was it?" "He was found in the courtyard, right against the little iron gate. When the patrol came in to inspect the courtyard at three o'clock this morning one of the men stumbled over something on the ground; and when they brought the light up they found Rivarez lying across the path unconscious.
For Heaven's sake, don't let's go in for romantic self-sacrifice, like Don Carlos and Marquis Posa. This is the nineteenth century; and if it's my business to die, I have got to do it." "And if it's my business to live, I have got to do that, I suppose. You're the lucky one, Rivarez." "Yes," the Gadfly assented laconically; "I was always lucky."
Do you honestly believe that the presence of Rivarez in the prison here constitutes a serious danger to the peace of the district?" "Most certainly I do, Your Eminence." "You think that, to prevent the risk of bloodshed, it is absolutely necessary that he should somehow be got rid of before Corpus Domini?"
Zita's face darkened like a thunder-cloud. "Madame?" she said, turning and raising her eyes with a defiant look. "Would your friends mind speaking a little more softly? Signor Rivarez is very unwell." The gipsy flung down her violets. "Allez-vous en!" she said, turning sharply on the astonished officers. "Vous m'embetez, messieurs!" She went slowly out into the road. Gemma closed the window.
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