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Updated: May 23, 2025
The salottino, in its severe, ecclesiastical simplicity, held nothing of interest, save a canvas by Morone the fine portrait of a man; two small panels with angels' heads, in the style of Luini; and a grand piano, loaded with music.
Yet he probably would have done, or attempted to do, some thing else, or, at all events, the frown would have been a yet heavier and blacker one, could he not only have guessed where his nephew was at that moment, but have also heard what was passing in the little salottino of the Strada di S. Eufemia.
Rosier felt that if he should draw her toward him and hold her to his heart she would submit without a murmur, would rest there without a question. It was true that this would be a rash experiment in a yellow Empire salottino. She had known it was for her he came, and yet like what a perfect little lady she had carried it off!
The salottino had utility when a party was going on, but to sit and embroider or study French surrounded by all those fountains of love.... A sharp bark preceded the tumbling out through the salottino door of a little white mop on feet. Upon recognizing Leslie, this performed evolutions expressive of great joy.
The servant who opened the door for Leslie on this softly brilliant June morning, being well accustomed to admitting her, obligingly anticipated her question, "Are the ladies at home?" "The signorina is in the salottino," he said. From which Leslie understood that the person whom she chiefly had come to see was out. It did not really matter, for she had time to wait.
She bent, in this pursuit, over her dust-bin; she challenged to the last grain the refuse of her innocent economy. Then it was that the dismissed vision of Amerigo, that evening, in arrest at the door of her salottino while her eyes, from her placed chair, took him in then it was that this immense little memory gave out its full power.
The ball-room impressed her anew as being very vast, very empty, furnished almost solely as it was by the sparkling chandeliers, every pendant of which to-day was gay with reflections of the green and flowery and sun-washed outdoors. She turned toward the salottino, remotely wondering by what chance Estelle was preferring it to the favorite red and green sitting-room upstairs.
She bent, in this pursuit, over her dust-bin; she challenged to the last grain the refuse of her innocent economy. Then it was that the dismissed vision of Amerigo, that evening, in arrest at the door of her salottino while her eyes, from her placed chair, took him in then it was that this immense little memory gave out its full power.
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