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From the manner he fixes his eyes upon Trenta it is clear he does not at once recognize him. The cavaliere returns his stare with a look of blank dismay. "Oh, carissimo!" the count exclaims at last, his countenance changing to its usual expression he holds out both hands to grasp those of the cavaliere "how I rejoice to see you! Excuse my absence; I had forgotten our appointment at the moment.
He, too, becomes a Creator; and a new and purer world forms beneath his hand." "Have you done?" asked Trenta, looking up out of the arm-chair. He was so thoroughly overcome, so subdued, he could have wept. From the very commencement of the count's explanation, he had felt that it was not given to him to combat his opinions. If he could, he was not sure that he would have ventured to do so.
Pipa, who had watched every thing from the door, screamed and ran forward. Fra Pacifico was bending over the prostrate girl, supported in the arms of the cavaliere. "I feared this," Fra Pacifico whispered. "Thank God, I believe it is only momentary! We must carry her instantly to her room. I will take care of her." "Poor, broken flower!" cried Trenta, "who will raise thee up?"
As he and the marchesa disagreed on almost every possible subject, disputes often arose between them; but, thanks to Trenta's pliant temper and perfect good-breeding, they were always amicably settled. "Count Marescotti and Baldassare are outside," continued Trenta, looking at her inquiringly, as the marchesa had not spoken.
"You have not yet answered me," says the count, speaking low, a certain suppressed eagerness penetrating the assumed indifference of his manner. "Who is the lady?" "Who is the lady?" echoes the cavaliere. "Did you not tell me just now you were about to send for me?" Trenta speaks fast, a flush overspreads his cheeks. "Who is the lady? You astonish me! Per Bacco!
Nothing is sacred to him." "I wish Nobili were come." It was Orsetti who spoke now. "I should have liked him to lead instead of Baldassare. Adonis is getting forward. He wants keeping in order. Will no one else lead? I cannot, in my own house." "Oh! but you would mortally offend poor Trenta if you did not let Baldassare lead.
"An excellent idea," put in the cavaliere, before she could speak. "With me, marchesa with me" he added, looking at her deprecatingly. Trenta loved Enrica better than any thing in the world, but carefully concealed it, the better to serve her with her aunt. "As for me, I am ready for any thing." And, to show his agility, he rose, and, with the help of his stick, made a glissade on the floor.
Her soul is as rare as her person. I read in the depths of her plaintive eyes the trust of a child and the fortitude of a heroine. If I dared to give these thoughts utterance, it was because I knew she loved another!" "Loved another?" screamed Trenta, losing all self-control and tottering to his feet. "Loved another?" he repeated, every feature working convulsively. "What do you mean?"
All this discussion was, to her mind, worse than interference it was absolute revolution. She inwardly resolved to shut up her house and go into the country, rather than submit to it. She eyed the count, who stood waiting for an answer, as if he were an enemy, and scowled at the excellent Trenta. Enrica, too, had fixed her eyes upon her beseechingly; Enrica evidently wanted to go.
"Not at all, cavaliere," replied Baldassare, with assumed indifference; "only I must say that I believe you are the only person in Lucca who has not heard it." "Heard what?" demanded Trenta, angrily. Baldassare knew the cavaliere's weak point; he delighted to tease him.
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