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Updated: June 25, 2025
It was the photograph in the little chiselled frame the same frame which had once excited Donna Tullia's scorn. Orsino brought it quickly from its place over the chimney-piece, and held it before his friend's eyes. Spicca gazed at it a long time in silence. "Take it away," he said, at last. "It is not like her." Orsino put it aside and sat down again.
"I should think he would have more decency than to pursue the Duchessa in the first month of her mourning," answered Del Ferice, resting one arm upon the piano, and supporting his pale face with his hand as he watched Donna Tullia's fingers move upon the keys. "Why? He does not care what people say why should he? He will marry her when the year is out. Why should he care?"
"Thank you, my dear lady," said Del Ferice. "And here are the papers. Make the best use of them you can any use that you make of them will be good, I know. How could it be otherwise?" Donna Tullia's fingers closed upon the large envelope with a grasping grip, as though she would never relinquish that for which she had paid so dear a price.
They were then engaged in eating ices. The wax-candles flamed in the candelabra. Tullia's footmen and those of Madame du Val-Noble and Florine, all in full livery, where serving the dainties on silver salvers. The hangings, a marvel of Lyonnaise workmanship, fastened by gold cords, dazzled all eyes. The flowers of the carpet were like a garden.
It is delightful to me to think of being your husband; it is equally delightful to you to think of the humiliation of an enemy. I took the liberty of uniting the two thoughts in one dream a dream of unspeakable bliss for myself." Donna Tullia's gay humour returned. "You have certainly amused me very well for a quarter of an hour with your dreams," she answered.
"I have spoken the truth if he denies it I can prove it. If I were you I would spare him the humiliation " A servant entered the room in answer to the bell, and Corona interrupted Donna Tullia's speech by giving the man her orders. "Go at once to the Palazzo Saracinesca, and beg Don Giovanni to come here instantly with his father the Prince. Take the carriage it is waiting below."
To leave husband or father in a plague-stricken city would have seemed to her a crime as abominable as Tullia's, a treachery base as Goneril's or Regan's.
Del Ferice listened in silence, and Giovanni did not listen at all, but buttoned his overcoat to the throat, half closed his eyes, and smoked one cigarette after another, leaning back in his seat. Suddenly Donna Tullia's laugh was heard as she turned half round to look at Valdarno. "Do you really think so?" she cried. "How soon? What a dance we will lead them then!"
It went with the deliberation of an abbot, but was made to scamper at the approach of some waggoners, who threatened to have it trampled under their horses' feet, and make their waggons run over it, as Tullia's chariot did over her father's body. I also espied there the old way between Peronne and St.
"Well, I will think about it," said Del Ferice at last, as though suddenly resolving to make a sacrifice. "I will look over some papers I have, and I will think about it. I promise you that if I feel that I can conscientiously tell you something of the matter, you may be sure that I will." Donna Tullia's manner changed again, from impatience to persuasion.
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