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"And what could I call you when I have to speak to you, Excellency? I have been taught so." "Only princes and dukes and their children are excellencies," answered Beatrice. "My father was only a Marchese. So if you wish to please me, call me 'signorina. That is the proper way to speak to me." "I will try, Excellency," answered Ruggiero, opening his blue eyes very wide. Beatrice laughed a little.
They wandered about the house to no purpose; and sometimes Ruggiero heard Bradamante calling him; and sometimes Orlando beheld Angelica's face at a window. At length the beauty arrived in her own veritable person. She was again on horseback, and once more on the look-out for a knight who should conduct her safely home whether Orlando or Sacripant she had not determined.
They will be sure to want to question you." "I shall have to say what were my reasons for thinking your daughters were hid in that hut, signor," Francis said as the gondola rowed towards Saint Mark's; "and I can only do that by telling of that secret meeting. I do not want to denounce a number of people, besides Ruggiero.
"It will be the same if I do," observed Ruggiero stolidly. "I believe that very little," returned the other. "And I will tell you something.
"I do not see how you could do that, Francis, when so many others, far better qualified than yourself, will be on the lookout. Still, as I agree with you that you are not likely to apply your mind diligently to your tasks, and as, indeed, you will shortly be giving them up altogether, I grant your request." Polani returned in the evening to Venice. Ruggiero Mocenigo had been found.
Beatrice turned with a smile, looked at it and then at Ruggiero. "What did I tell you the other day, Ruggiero?" she asked, still smiling. "You were to call me Signorina. Do you remember?" "Yes, Signorina. I beg pardon." Beatrice saw that Teresina had not yet left the cabin with her bag, and that Bastianello was loitering before the door, pretending or really trying to help her.
Therefore I say, go and speak to her, for she will have you and she will be better with you than near that apoplexy of a San Miniato." Ruggiero did not answer at once, but pulled out his pipe and filled it and began to smoke. "Why should I speak?" he asked at last. There was a struggle in his mind, for he did not wish to tell Bastianello outright that he did not really care for Teresina.
More than once Ruggiero allowed him almost to upset the boat in a squall, and more than once, when, steering himself, and when there was a fresh breeze, drove her till the seas broke over the bows, and the green water came in over the lee gunwale just to see whether the Count would change colour. In this, however, he was disappointed.
He learned from his guard, next morning, that the captain was better, that he was to be taken on board in the cool of the evening, and that the vessel would start as soon as the breeze sprang up in the morning. In the afternoon his two guards entered, and bade him follow them. He was conducted to the principal house in the village, and into a room where Ruggiero Mocenigo was lying on a couch.
If such a man as Ruggiero appeared, not as a sailor, but as a man of her own world, would he not be a very lovable person, would he not turn the heads of the languid ladies on the terrace of the hotel at Sorrento? The thought annoyed her. Ruggiero, poor fellow, would have given his good right arm to know that such a possibility had even crossed her reflections.
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