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As he speaks he turns aside, and begins to stride up and down the room, as was his wont when much moved. "He! he! my dear count, pray be calm." And Trenta gives a little laugh, and feebly winks. "We hope it is a matter of life, not of death no not of death, surely." "Of death," replied the count, solemnly, and his mobile eyes flash out, and a dark frown gathers on his brow "of death, I repeat.
Again the stout little cavaliere stops to take breath, under evident agitation; then he draws himself up, and turns his face toward the count. As Trenta proceeds, Marescotti's brow is overclouded with thought a haggard expression now spreads over his features. His eyes are turned downward on the floor, else the cavaliere might have seen that their brilliancy is dimmed by rising tears.
"Never mind, Count Nobili, don't apologize; I can bear any thing from a young man who celebrates the festival of the Holy Countenance with such magnificence. Per Bacco! you are the best Lucchese in Lucca. I have seen nothing like it since the duke left. My son, it was worthy of the palace you inhabit." Ah! could the marchesa have heard this, she would never have spoken to Trenta again!
At my age, count! Chè, chè!" Trenta waves his hand impatiently. "When a man arrives at my age, he does not change his opinions no, count, no; it is, if you will permit me to say so, it is yourself in whom the change is to be wrought yourself only "
No sooner had the sound of her closing door died away in the echoes of the sala than Trenta, with forward bows both to Fra Pacifico and the lawyer, requested permission to leave them, in order to visit Enrica. Guglielmi and Fra Pacifico were now alone. Guglielmi gave a cautious glance round, then walked up to the table, and poured out a tumbler of wine, which he swallowed slowly.
"It is because you are ignorant of the grandeur of our cause, it is because you do not understand our principles, that you misjudge us," responded the count, raising his eyes upon Trenta, and speaking with a lofty disregard of his hot words.
Upon hearing this the marchesa threw down her cards in a rage, and rose from the table. Trenta rose also. With an imperturbable countenance he offered her his arm, to lead her back to her seat. The marchesa, extremely irate at what he had said, pushed him rudely to one side and reseated herself. Baldassare and Marescotti rose also.
And Baldassare passed his hand carefully down his side. "The next time I go to sleep in your company, I'll trouble you to keep your fingers to yourself. You have rapped me like a drum." Trenta watched the various phases of Baldassare's wrath with the greatest amusement. The descent having been safely accomplished, the whole party landed in the street.
Trenta gave a sly glance from one to the other, though the tears were in his eyes. "I shall live to open the marriage-ball on the first floor of the palace yet. Bagatella! I would have tried to give the dear child to you myself, had I known how much she loved you but you have taken her. Well, well possession is better than gift." "She gave herself to me, cavaliere.
In the tumult of his excitement Trenta had taken every thing for granted. His thoughts had flown off to Enrica. His benevolent heart throbbed with joy at the thought of her emancipation from the thralldom of her home.
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