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"You know what I mean," groaned Anthony, with no heart for trifling. "For the matter of that, are n't you rich yourself?" Miss Sandus retorted. "Rich!" he cried. "I totter on the brink of destitution." "Oh?" she murmured. "I 'd imagined you were by way of being rather an extensive land owner." "So I am," said he.
"Your cousin is a very headstrong person," said Father Angelo. "He refuses to accept your offer. He swept it aside like a whirlwind." "Ah, who told you he would?" crowed Miss Sandus. "He is here to speak with you in person. He is waiting in the loggia," said Father Angelo. Susanna leaned back in her chair. She had turned very pale. "I think I am going to faint," she said.
But as she stood, awaiting Miss Sandus's approach, her face was pale, and her eyes were wide open and dark, as if with fright. "Dear me, child. Did I startle you? I 'm so sorry," said Miss Sandus, coming up to her. "Yes, Don Antonio has arrived. I saw him as he disembarked at his native railway-station. I was ordering a book at Smith's. And such luggage, my dear.
"No, that's the funny part of it," said Miss Sandus. "He is an eminent and highly respectable English literary man, and the father of a family into the bargain. I dare n't give his name, lest he might have the law of me." "He ought to have been ashamed of himself," Susanna said. "What became of the poor peacock? Did it descend to a drunkard's grave?" "That's a long story," said Miss Sandus.
What do you see?" asked Adrian, opening his blue eyes wide, and peering about, as one who would fain see too. "You patter of Miss Sandus," said Anthony. Adrian came to a standstill, and raised his hands towards heaven. "Now I call upon the choirs of blessed Cherubim and Seraphim," he exclaimed. "I call upon them to suspend their singing for an instant, and to witness this.
And neither spoke again until they had reached the hall door, which he opened for her. "Well?" he asked. "Come back after luncheon," said she. "Come back at three o'clock and I will tell you something." "Own up and name the day," said Miss Sandus, when she had heard Susanna's story. "There 's nothing left for you to do, my dear, but to make a clean breast of it, and name the happy day."
Of course, I 'm in love with you. Everyone who knows you is that," he predicated. "But also," he added, on a key of profound melancholy, "if you will forgive my forcing the confidence upon you, also with her." He glanced indicatively ceilingwards. "H'm," Miss Sandus considered, looking into the fire, "also with her." "Yes," said Anthony. "H'm," repeated Miss Sandus. "You go a bit fast.
When they reached the open, it was to discover, walking together from the opposite direction, Adrian and Miss Sandus, Adrian bending towards his companion in voluble discourse, which he pointed and underlined by copious gesticulation. "Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues," Anthony murmured, more or less in his sleeve. But at sight of him, Adrian halted, and struck an attitude.
Thus, with a good deal of animation, in a pleasant, crisp old voice, thus spoke Miss Sandus: a little old lady in black: little and very daintily finished, with a daintily-chiselled profile, and a neat, small-framed figure; in a black walking-skirt, that was short enough to disclose a small, high-instepped, but eminently business-like pair of brown boots.
I dare say Anthony was still digesting his letter from Miss Sandus, when it was followed by the somewhat startling visit of Commendatore Fregi; and perhaps he was still under the impression of that, when, in the afternoon, he was summoned from a game of tennis, to receive the communication which I transcribe below, from the Contessa di Sampaolo.
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