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She would waddle up, wiping her eyes, to stroke Seraphina's head and murmur endearing names. They waited on us hand and foot, and would stand close together, ready for the slightest sign, in a rapt contemplation. Now and then she would nudge her husband's ribs with her thick elbow and murmur, "Her lover." She was happy when Seraphina let her sit at her feet, and hold her hand.
One could land from a boat there, he understood, as if in a dock and it was the very devil if I and Miss Riego could not lie hidden for a few days on her own property, the more so that, as it came out in the course of the discussion, while I had "rushed out to look at the sunset," that the manager, or whatever they called him the fellow in charge was the husband of Dona Seraphina's old nurse-woman.
Seraphina's face had grown deadly pale; and I saw plainly that it would be more advisable to give her a faithful account of all that I had experienced than to leave her excited imagination to conjure up some apparition that might perhaps, in a way I could not foresee, be far more horrible than what I had actually encountered.
In this height of anger, he still preserved his faith in Seraphina's innocence; but the thought of her possible misconduct was the bitterest ingredient in his pot of sorrow. There came a knock at the door, and the chamberlain brought him a note.
"It seemed as if nothing could restrain that man," Seraphina's voice went on by my side, "neither fear nor gratitude." He seemed to cast a spell upon people. He was the plenipotentiary of a powerful religious order no matter. Don Carlos knew these things better than she did. He had the ear of the Captain-General through that. "Sh! But the intrigues, the intrigues!"
One led to Otto's bedroom; one was the private door to Seraphina's. And here, for the first time, Otto left her hand, and, stepping forward, shot the bolt. "It is long, madam," said he, "since it was bolted on the other side." "One was effectual," returned the Princess. "Is this all?" "Shall I reconduct you?" he asked, bowing.
For the rest, he would make proper arrangements for secrecy with the husband of Seraphina's nurse Enrico, he called him: a silent Galician; a graybeard worthy of confidence. One of his first cares had been to grub out of his soaked clothes a handful of tobacco, and now he turned over the little drying heap critically. He hunted up a fragment of maize leaf somewhere upon his bosom.
Under ordinary circumstances the scene at the council table would have entirely exhausted Otto's store both of energy and anger; he would have begun to examine and condemn his conduct, have remembered all that was true, forgotten all that was unjust in Seraphina's onslaught; and by half an hour after would have fallen into that state of mind in which a Catholic flees to the confessional and a sot takes refuge with the bottle.
He had sacrificed all his fortune in Europe to the service of his king, had fought against the French, had a price put upon his head by a special proclamation. He had known passion, power, war, exile, and love. He had been thanked by his returned king, honoured for his wisdom, and crushed with sorrow by the death of his young wife Seraphina's mother. What a life!
'I understood, said Seraphina, taking him up, 'that you did not purpose to be present. Their eyes met for a second, and Seraphina's fell; but her anger only burned the brighter for that private shame. 'And now, gentlemen, said Otto, taking his chair, 'I pray you to be seated.
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