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The result was that they determined for the present to avoid an interview with Donna Tullia, and to communicate to her by letter the result of old Saracinesca's rapid journey to Aquila. When Donna Tullia received Saracinesca's note, explaining the existence of a second Giovanni, his pedigree and present circumstances, she almost fainted with disappointment.
Del Ferice knew enough of the Saracinesca's family history to know that something like what he had so fluently detailed to Donna Tullia had actually occurred, and he knew well enough that she would not remember every detail of his rapidly told tale.
The grey light of Ash-Wednesday morning broke over Rome, and stole through the windows of Giovanni Saracinesca's bedroom. Giovanni had not slept much, but his restlessness was due rather to his gladness at having performed the last of his social duties than to any disturbance of mind.
But they were gone, and he had not found her until his foot was on the edge of the grave until he could hardly count on one year more of a pitiful artificial life, painted, bewigged, stuffed to the semblance of a man by a clever tailor and she in the bloom of her glory beside him! What he would have given to have old Saracinesca's strength and fresh vitality old Saracinesca whom he hated!
"I do not want to know anything about it either. How the devil could they have found out?" The question was addressed more to himself than to his son, and the latter volunteered no answer. He was grateful to his father for his considerate silence. When Astrardente saw the elder Saracinesca's face during his short interview with the diplomatist, his curiosity was immediately aroused.
Monsignor Saracinesca's calm was not in the least disturbed by this outbreak, and he answered with unruffled dignity. 'That is easily said, Captain. You have just been speaking with Sister Giovanna and I daresay you talked of this. What was her answer? 'She is under the influence of her surroundings, of course! What could I expect? But the churchman had a right to a more direct reply.
Astrardente watched him keenly, and as he noticed the indifference of Saracinesca's look, he gave a curious little snuffling snort that was peculiar to him. He could have sworn that neither his wife nor Giovanni had shown the smallest interest in each other. He was satisfied.
They walked slowly round under the vaulted cloister, the Mother on the right, the nun on the left, according to the rigid custom, and they had just turned the last corner and were in sight of the two chairs when the glass door opened. Monsignor Saracinesca's voice was heard. 'Remember what I have said. I trust you, and you know that the cloister is open to every one.
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