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"This is his daughter, Signore," replied Carlo Giuntotardi; "her mother was my sister. You thought us then too humble to be received into so illustrious a connection, and we have never wished to bring ourselves before your eyes until we thought our presence might be welcome." "And thou comest now, good man, to claim affinity with a condemned criminal!"
"What dost thou make of her, good 'Maso?" demanded the magistrate, after he had examined the stranger himself some time in silence, feeling authorized, in virtue of his office, to question whom he pleased. "Signore, it is a lugger," was the brief, and certainly the accurate reply. "Aye, a lugger; we all understand that, neighbor Tonti; but what sort of a lugger?
With true Sicilian naivete the priest added: "He is growing rich! Beato lui! He for one will not need to go to your golden America. Is it true, Signore, that in America any one who wishes may be rich?" "Quite true," smiled the young man. "Even our beggars are rich." The priest wagged his head knowingly. "My mother's cousin, Alfio Amato, he is an American. You know him?" "I'm afraid not."
"Oh, Gaspare!" said Artois, coming in from the balcony, "they have come back." "Lo so, Signore." "And they are sleeping here for the night." "Si, Signore." Gaspare looked at him as if inquiring something of him. "Sit down a minute," said Artois, "and have something to drink. You must spend the night here, too. The porter will give you a bed." "Grazie, Signore."
Signore, the Duca will not be likely to leave me an ear to hear the good advice of Father Battista." "Then will the Duca save the public executioner some trouble." As he spoke, the Bravo cast the packet at the feet of the gondolier, and began to walk calmly up the piazzetta.
"Were not substance better than froth to train a maid to rule, your Excellency?" "Nay, but to obey; to rule needeth not teaching." "But your Excellency " "Signore, foam shall suffice to teach obedience thou hast heard the most gracious will of the Senate."
An ardor that was almost vehement with youth, and that was hard-fibred with manly strength and resolution, woke up in him. Again his ears were full of the sound of oars in water. "Ruffo," he said, "will you obey me?" He laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Si, Signore." "Go into the garden. Stay with the Signorina till I come." "Si, Signore."
First there flashed through his brain the remembrance of how cavalierly he had treated the distinguished artist, and then a quick panorama of his recent history, which had been the gossip of studios and art-circles for some time back. "I must go to him," he said, "and apologize for not treating him with more deference." "Non, signore," was the cicerone's response. "Never mind: let it rest.
Eager, elegantly waving his hand over his head. "Va bene, signore, va bene, va bene," crooned the driver, and whipped his horses up again. Now Mr. Eager and Miss Lavish began to talk against each other on the subject of Alessio Baldovinetti. Was he a cause of the Renaissance, or was he one of its manifestations? The other carriage was left behind.
We are very progressive in Taormina, signore. There will be a fountain of the ice cream soda established next summer. Quite metropolitan, ne c'e?" "Quite. But, tell me, Frascatti, have you a duke in the mountains back of Taormina?" "Signore, I beg you to pay no attention to the foolish stories you may hear from our peasants. There has been no brigandage here for centuries.
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