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Updated: May 6, 2025
I shall lose by it if you do not redeem the ring. 'I wish you might lose something for once! cried Trombin devoutly. They bargained long.
It could not last long, he knew, but while it did he must be alone. He walked far out on a road that led through the rich damp plain, and it was not till the sun was sinking low that he began to retrace his steps. When he reached the inn he found Trombin and Stradella together, and his friend introduced him with some ceremony as Count Gambardella.
'Out of the window, gracious lady, he said, as he disappeared into the next room. 'Out of the window! cried Ortensia in astonishment. 'Is he dead? 'No, alive and well, answered Trombin from the distance. 'But I hear something at this very moment, he added, coming back empty-handed and trying the front window, as if he did not know that it was fastened with nails.
Seeing that her shadow kept the light from the stairs and the vestibule, Ortensia drew back on one side of the entrance, expecting that Trombin would come up at once with Gambardella. Instead, the two stood talking in low tones on the threshold of the front door. In a few moments it was clear to Ortensia that some disagreement had arisen between the friends.
I have digressed a little, both to explain the affair of the serenade under the Altieri palace, and to prepare my readers for what followed, and especially for the lawless doings of Trombin, Gambardella, and Don Alberto, which came to a climax during the night of Saint John's Eve, in spite of the many admirable regulations about lanterns and weapons which should have made the city a paradise of safety for unprotected females.
I think you are right about the girl. We will make inquiries at the convents after dinner. Trombin filled his glass, which was quite empty, drank half the contents and set it down. 'In the first place, he said, 'we had better try simple persuasion with the Legate. If you agree, I will go and see him late in the afternoon.
Whether he meant to kill him, or did not care what became of him, is not certain, but Trombin was a gentleman who generally kept his head, even when he seemed to be most excited; and it is certain that, instead of falling some four or five yards directly to the ground, Don Alberto found himself clinging to the ladder halfway down.
His companion had long ago come to the conclusion that he was very like one of those rosy cherubs that roll about the clouds in the religious pictures painted in those times, blowing their trumpets till they look as if their red cheeks must burst. Accordingly, he had nicknamed his friend 'Trombin, short for 'trombino, a 'little trumpeter.
'We are ready, Gambardella replied. 'To-morrow night we shall be in Ferrara, and if your friends are still there, we may be here again on the third day. 'Heaven grant us all its favours and a speedy return! prayed Trombin.
He seemed disturbed, hesitated, and hung his head. Standing behind him, Gambardella laid a heavy hand on the slight shoulder, while Trombin, in front, grasped his left wrist roughly, to draw it out of his frock. At this the young monk suddenly burst into a flood of tears under his cowl, and began to sob bitterly.
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