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And I was supremely comfortable where I was." But at this point Beatrice appeared and joined the procession, radiant, fresh as a fragrant wood-flower, full of life as a young bird. Behind her came Teresina, the maid, necessary at every minute for the Marchesa's comfort, her pink young cheeks flushed with pleasure and her eyes sparkling with anticipation, fastening on her hat as she walked.
"Well," said the peasant, putting down the basket and melon, "I shall leave these things here, any way, and I beg your Reverence to have a care of yourself. Teresina fretted all night for fear something might come to you. The bambino that you cured is grown a stout little fellow, and eats enough for two, and it is all of you; so she cannot forget it.
I did not say that," answered the girl, blushing a little and looking down. "Well do not tell me his name, because I should tell Ruggiero, and Ruggiero might do him an injury. It is better not to tell me." Teresina laughed a little. "I shall certainly not tell you who he is," she said. "You can find that out for yourself, if you take the trouble." "It is better not.
Moreover she pitied her young mistress sincerely and hated San Miniato with all her heart; but she was so happy herself that she could not possibly hide it. "You are very glad that I am to be married, Teresina," said Beatrice as they went out of the house together, the maid carrying a large bag containing bathing things. "I, Signorina? Do you ask me the real truth?
They were closely packed; they all spoke at once; and since their father likewise went on talking, Casanova found it far from easy at first to follow the conversation. One name caught his ear, that of Lieutenant Lorenzi. Teresina explained that the Lieutenant had passed them on horseback not long before, had said he intended to call in the evening, and had sent his respects to Father.
San Miniato laughed softly again and laid his hand very gently on the girl's arm. "Yes," he whispered, bending down to her. "To the Signorina Teresinella, who can have all she asks for if she will only care a little for me." "Heavens, Signor Conte!" cried Teresina. "Was it to say this that you made me come?" "This and a great deal more, Teresina bella.
He followed Beatrice till they reached the door of the house. Then she turned and smiled at him, and turned again and went in. Bastianello of course carried the bag upstairs for Teresina, and Ruggiero stayed below.
She twisted the cord of the Venetian blind round and round her hand, looking down at it all the time. Bastianello stood motionless before her, staring at her thick black hair. "Well?" asked Teresina looking up and meeting his eyes and then lowering her own quickly again. "What, Teresina?" asked Bastianello in a changed voice. "You say you also might do that man an injury whom I love.
When, after having tea with Leslie at Florian's, he returned to the Palazzo Amadeo, Teresina told him that someone had called to see the Signore, and the Signore, being out, was waiting in the saloon. Peter went to the saloon to see if he would do instead of the Signore, and found a stout gentleman with a black moustache and up-brushed hair, spitting on the saloon floor.
"If you knew how true that is!" exclaimed Teresina, blushing deeply and turning away. "I will ask the Marchesa if she will go out," she added, as she walked quickly away. Bastianello waited and in a few moments she came back. "Not to-day," she said. "So much the better. I want to say something to you, Teresina. Will you listen to me? Can I say it here?"
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