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The father took a chair, thrust out his legs like a reigning prince, and proceeded, in a story of unnecessary length, to tell his daughter that he owed one hundred and seventy thousand florins to Signor Rodicaso, and would be a ruined man in forty-eight hours if that sum were not paid. Life, in that event, would be simply insupportable.
Go to Jinkerini Bros., on the Rialto, and buy up judgments that they hold against Rodicaso for three times that amount, and offset them against old Corpetto's debts. Rodicaso conceals his property so well, that none has ever been found to satisfy these judgments. Drive a sharp bargain, and show yourself a chip of the old block. Keep the balance for your wedding gift. Farewell till we meet again.
Alberto, the young partner and heir of the rich usurer of Venice, would be a more manageable son-in-law than the middle-aged though wealthy Rodicaso. The father said words to this effect in an "aside," and then replied aloud: "Her hand is yours; and may your union be crowned with felicity. Come, children, and receive a parent's blessing." "My bitter curse be on you all!
He held up his right hand, to carry out the idea of the author. "It is the hand of Bignolio the usurer," said Signor Rodicaso, despondingly, seeing now that the game was clearly against him. "Bignolio the usurer!" exclaimed the father, still wrapped in amazement. "Bignolio the usurer!" murmured Fidelia, whose woman's wit divined the mystery of his appearance.
Before she could make the other down stroke which was necessary to complete her signature, a wild figure, with hair dishevelled, and other evidences of hasty purpose, burst upon the stage. Fidelia paused; all stood back; and gentlemen who had swords laid hands on them. "Who is this?" asked the Father, with mercantile calmness. "Who dares thus break in upon my happiness?" inquired Signor Rodicaso.
The notary, taking the hint, seated himself at the table, opened his black bag, drew forth a document from it, and spread it out. Then he dipped a pen into an inkstand, and said: "We now await the signing of the contract of marriage between Signor Alessandro Arturo Rodicaso, gentleman, and Signorina Giulia Innocenza Fidelia Corpetto, only daughter of Signor Francesco Corpetto, merchant."
But her time for fainting had not yet come! "Boy!" said Signor Rodicaso, with a composure that was perfectly wonderful, "there is another hand than thine in all this work. Thou art but the poor tool and I despise thee!" "Here is the hand!" exclaimed the uncle Bignolio, drawing out his leg from its seclusion, and bringing his whole body into full view. "Dost know it?"
Ha! ha!" shouted Alberto, shaking a bundle of papers in the face of his rival. "Allow me to examine them, if you please?" asked Signor Rodicaso, with forced calmness. "No, you don't," was the response. "But I'll tell you what they are.
She bent affectionately over her mistress, and asked if she wanted anything. "Nothing, my child but death," was the thrilling reply. Bidette was taken somewhat aback. She made a respectful pause. Then she said: "But, my dear mistress, though you do not love Signor Rodicaso " "In Heaven's name, stop, child! You are piercing my heart with a hot iron. Name not love to me.
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