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The Villa Valentina breakfasted at 12.45, and cut the morning short. We were out again later with a guide Hadj Riffi he called himself bent on a visit to the Kasbah, or fortress of the city.
"You spoke " the Duke hesitated a moment, writhing inwardly at the memory of the exact words in which the fool had spoken. "You spoke this morning of one whom the Lady Valentina had met." The fear seemed to increase on the jester's face. "Yes," he answered, in a choking voice. "Where did she meet this knight you spoke of, and in such wondrous words of praise described to me?"
His windows overlooked the second, or inner, courtyard, across which Valentina and her ladies were now speeding on their way to Mass. Gonzaga made shift to stifle the resentment that he felt against this man, in whom he saw an interloper, and strove to treat him with the courtesy that was his due.
It might have seemed a little curious that such a wish should have come upon her so suddenly, but the root of the matter did not lie in what Valentina Mihailovna had said. She had been seized by a wave of sensuousness, a desire to conquer and bring to her feet this rebellious young man. Here it is necessary to go back a little.
Standing before the looking-glass in a snow-white shirt and blue silk braces, Sipiagin was brushing his hair in the English fashion with two brushes, while Valentina Mihailovna, her feet tucked under her, was sitting on a narrow Turkish couch, telling him various news about the house, the paper mill, which, alas, was not going well, as was to be expected; about the possibilities of changing the cook, about the church, of which the plaster had come off; about Mariana, Kollomietzev...
There was only one point of resemblance between them, their dark complexions; but the even colour of Valentina Mihailovna's face, arms, and shoulders constituted one of her charms, while in her brother it reached to that shade of swarthiness which polite people call "bronze," but which to the Russian eye suggests a brown leather boot-leg.
"It's a dozen shacks strung along two snaky wagon ruts through the sand," says Valentina, "a few pines and live-oaks, a whole heap of razor-backs, and us Crackers dodgin' between. That's Sand Spur." "Oh, a little more than that," breaks in Warrie.
"But, Mariana! he's only a student, of no birth, no family, and he is younger than you are!" What do you see in him? He is only an empty-headed boy." "That was not always your opinion of him, Valentina Mihailovna." "For heaven's sake leave me out of the question, my dear!... Pas tant d'esprit que ca, je vous prie. The thing concerns you and your future. Just consider for a moment.
Next she glances towards Gladys. "Say," she goes on, "is is she the one?" "Yes," says Warrie. "Same to you," says Valentina. "Good-by." They shook hands once more sort of a long, lingerin' shake, with their eyes steady to each other; and then well, then I steers Valentina out past the grinnin' cloak-room boys and stows her in the taxi. She didn't have much to say on the way down.
Mariana ceased and fixed her eyes eagerly in the distance, not that which lay before her, but another distance as yet unknown to her, which she seemed to see.... She was all aglow. Nejdanov bent down to her waist. "Oh, Mariana!" he whispered. "I am not worthy of you!" She trembled all over. "It's time to go home!" she exclaimed, "or Valentina Mihailovna will be looking for us again.
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