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I also wished to convey to you a warning, and it did not strike me that you would ever seriously contemplate such a marriage." "I think you are in a certain way responsible for the present situation," answered Orsino. "That is the reason why I come to you for help." Spicca turned upon the young man rather suddenly. "There you go too far," he said.
In three minutes the father and son and the melancholy Spicca were seated in the carriage, on their way to the Palazzo Saracinesca. "Now then, Giovannino," said the Prince, as he lit a cigarette in the darkness, "tell us all about it." "There is not much to tell," said Giovanni. "If the challenge arrives, there is nothing to be done but to fight. I took him by the throat and nearly strangled him."
He foresaw that Spicca would not be dull company on this particular evening. Something unusually disagreeable had probably happened to him during the day. After long and melancholy hesitation he ordered something which he believed he could eat, and Orsino followed his example. "Are all your people out of town?" Spicca asked, after a pause. "Yes. I am alone."
To Spicca, Orsino seemed indifferent, and the older man's reticence after his sudden outburst did not tend to prolong the meeting. Orsino went in search of Contini and explained what was needed of him. He was to make a brief list of desirable apartments to let and was to accompany Madame d'Aranjuez on the following morning in order to see them.
Then he sought out Spicca and asked him boldly whether anything had happened to Maria Consuelo, explaining that he had written to her and had got no answer. Spicca looked at him curiously for a moment. "Nothing has happened to her, as far as I am aware," he said, almost immediately. "I saw her this morning." "This morning?" Orsino was surprised almost out of words. "Yes.
"My dear old friend," he said good-humouredly, "have you known us nearly five and twenty years without discovering that it is our peculiar privilege to be ignorant without reproach?" Gouache laughed in his turn. "You do not often make sharp remarks but when you do!" Giovanni left the studio very soon, and went in search of Spicca.
As for the way he yelled after Spicca, it looked as though there were a duel in the air fancy the old fellow fighting a duel! Too ridiculous!" "A duel!" repeated Corona in a low voice. "I do not see anything so very ridiculous in it," said the diplomatist, slowly twisting his glass of champagne in his fingers, and then sipping it.
A full two seconds after Sant' Ilario had resumed his guard, Spicca's foil ran over his with a speed that defied parrying, and he felt a short sharp prick in his right shoulder. Spicca sprang back and lowered his weapon. "I think that is the spot," he said coolly, and then came forward and examined Giovanni's coat.
I shoot in the same way with a revolver, and pull the trigger with my middle finger. I scarcely ever miss. You might amuse yourself by trying these things while you are waiting for Gouache. They will make the time pass pleasantly." Spicca, whose main pleasure in life was in the use of weapons, could not conceive of any more thoroughly delightful occupation.
Indeed, Giovanni could not remember having ever heard him speak as he had just spoken. It was perfectly clear that he knew something very definite about Maria Consuelo, and he probably had no intention of deceiving Giovanni in that respect. But Spicca also knew his man, and he knew that his appeal for Giovanni's silence would not be vain. "Very well," said Sant' Ilario.
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