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Updated: June 17, 2025
There was a shooting star now and then, breaking out like a rocket with a trail of sparks or slipping small and pallid across the sky. One of these latter might have been poor Silvia's soul slipping away from the earth. It went out there somewhere on the mountain-side. Matteo said the carriage tilted, and she, being asleep, fell out before he could prevent.
We sat down to dinner, but I was silent and absorbed, all my thoughts being monopolized by the lottery. In the evening, at Silvia's, I was pronounced absent and pensive, and so I was in spite of the sentiment with which Mademoiselle Baletti inspired me a sentiment which every day grew in strength.
Their vows had been in secret owing to the match proposed by Silvia's father between her and Alexis, the son of a wealthy neighbour . In reality she has been seized by pirates and carried off to Alexandria, where she has lived as a slave in boy's attire for some two years.
One evening I was taking supper at Silvia's when one of the guests spoke of that wonderful new artist, without laughing, and with every appearance of believing the whole affair. "That painter," added he, "has already painted more than one hundred portraits, and they are all perfect likenesses." Everybody was of the same opinion; it was splendid.
The first told me what I already knew; then I heard that the king had been bled, that the wound was not mortal, and finally, that the wound was trifling, and that his majesty could go to the Trianon if he liked. Fortified with this good news, I went to Silvia's and found the family at table. I told them I had just come from Versailles. "The king has been assassinated."
In general, the best way to please is to take the benevolence of all with whom one has relation for granted. I supped at Silvia's, and as the evening was quieter than the night before, I had time to congratulate myself on all the friendship they shewed me. The girl was, as I had said, fifteen years old, and I was in every way charmed with her.
"Lend me your cloak," said the duke, who had feigned this long story on purpose to have a pretence to get off the cloak; so upon saying these words, he caught hold of Valentine's cloak, and throwing it back, he discovered not only the ladder of ropes, but also a letter of Silvia's, which he instantly opened and read; and this letter contained a full account of their intended elopement.
Silvia submitted because she had no strength to resist. "O Madonna mia!" she kept murmuring, "he will kill me! he will kill me! O Madonna mia! pray for me." When an Italian says that he will come back in an hour, you may look for him after two hours. Matteo was no exception to the rule. It was already mid-afternoon when the porter came up and said that Silvia's brother was waiting for her below.
This naturally leads to the discovery of Silvia's sex and identity, and supposing her dead, Thirsis falls in a swoon at her side.
Fortified with Silvia's letter, and accompanied by her husband, I went to the duke who was at his estate at St. Toro, and he had scarcely read the letter through before he gave me the passport. Satisfied on this point I went to Villette, and asked Madame if she had anything I could take to her niece.
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