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It was no easy matter to find the peripatetic cynic on a winter's afternoon, but Gouache's remark had seemed to mean something, and Sant' Ilario saw a faint glimmer of hope in the distance. He knew Spicca's habits very well, and was aware that when the sun was low he would certainly turn into one of the many houses where he was intimate, and spend an hour over a cup of tea.
Orsino sighed too, in a sort of unconscious sympathy, for even allowing for Spicca's natural melancholy the secret was evidently an unpleasant one. Orsino tried to turn the conversation, not, however, without a hope of bringing it back unawares to the question which interested him.
She had admitted that her deceased husband had spoken of being connected with the Saracinesca, but he could not discover where the relationship lay. Spicca's very odd remark, too, seemed to point to her, in some way which Orsino could not understand, and he remembered her having said that she had heard of Spicca.
If worst came to worst, Orsino could still get to the station at the last minute and leave Rome with her. He took a passing cab and drove to Spicca's lodgings. The count was at home, writing a letter by the light of a small lamp. He looked up in surprise as Orsino entered, then rose and offered him a chair. "What has happened, my friend?" he asked, glancing curiously at the young man's face.
"If you wish to be alone and if you can. It is no affair of mine." She turned swiftly, leaving Orsino standing in the door and went to Spicca's side. He had risen when she rose and was standing at the other side of the room, watching. "I have a bad headache," she said coldly. "You will forgive me if I ask you to go with Don Orsino."
There had been enough odd circumstances about their acquaintance to rouse any ordinary man's interest, and just at present Spicca's strange hints and half confidences had excited an almost unbearable curiosity in his hearer. But Spicca did not seem inclined to satisfy it any further. One or two points, at least, were made clear. Maria Consuelo was not insane, as the maid had pretended.
The position had never been an easy one, and the letter which Maria Consuelo had written to him after her departure had not made it easier. It had contained the revelations concerning her birth, together with many references to Spicca's continued cruelty, plentifully supported by statements of facts.
"Now, do not rush in or I may hurt you." "Am I to thrust, too?" asked Giovanni. "If you like. You cannot touch me if you do." "We shall see," answered Sant' Ilario, nettled at Spicca's poor opinion of his skill. "In guard!" They fell into position and began play. Giovanni immediately tried his special method of disarming his adversary, which he had scarcely ever known to fail.
It strikes me that " he stopped. "Because I wish you would marry her." "Marry her!" Orsino had not thought of that, and his words expressed a surprise which was not calculated to please Spicca. The old man's weary eyes suddenly grew keen and fierce and Orsino could hardly meet their look. Spicca's nervous fingers seized the young man's tough arm and closed upon it with surprising force.
"Among men, Count Spicca's opinion is worth having," he said quietly. Maria Consuelo looked at him in some surprise. The phrase sounded like a rebuke, and her eyes betrayed her annoyance. "How delightful it is to hear one man defend another!" she laughed. "I fancy Count Spicca does not stand much in need of defence," replied Orsino, without changing his tone.
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