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Muzzio uttered a shrill scream, and clapping his hand to the wound, ran staggering back to the pavilion.... But at the very same instant when Fabio stabbed him, Valeria screamed just as shrilly, and fell to the earth like grass before the scythe. Fabio flew to her, raised her up, carried her to the bed, began to speak to her....
The help of delegates, priests, and augurs having proved unavailing, that of women was next sought. A noble lady, Valeria by name, who with other suppliants had sought the Temple of Jupiter, was inspired by a sudden thought, which seemed sent by the god himself.
The Crown Prince of Titia had come a wooing of the Princess Royal of Valeria, and had been twice refused by her. King Frederick had left the question entirely in her hands. Her choice was her own, to marry or to decline. As a matter of state policy the match was greatly desired by him and his Ministers.
Nothing could have been more eloquent of the difference in the modes of thought which they respectively represented. "If only they had not made such fools of their women, I should like to have lived at Athens in the time of Pericles!" exclaimed Hadria. "I," said Valeria, "would choose rather the Middle Ages, with their mysticism and their romance."
She was looking handsome and animated, her white hair drawn proudly off her brow, and placed as if with intention beside the silken curtains, whose tint of misty pale green was so becoming to her beauty. Valeria was holding her little court, and thoroughly enjoying the admiration.
Artemisia had practically told all her story in her letter. It was clear that Calatinus had caught sight of her several times, though she had remained in blissful ignorance, and Pratinas had deliberately planned to waylay him as a customer who would pay a good price for the girl, whom it would be manifestly inconvenient for him to take with Valeria on his premeditated flight to Egypt.
"No Dalberg is stranger to a Dalberg, and least of all in the presence of the Dalberg King," he said. Then the smile came again. "But, by the Lord, sir, I admire your pluck to kiss the Princess Royal of Valeria before her father's very face." "It wasn't pluck," I protested. "It was rank ignorance. I was at a loss what greeting was proper;" and I explained my perplexity.
And coming in and finding her sitting with her daughter-in-law, and with her little grandchildren on her lap, Valeria, then surrounded by her companions, spoke in the name of them all:
Your one chance of future happiness is to be disassociated, at once and forever, from my dishonored life. I love you, Valeria truly, devotedly, passionately. But the specter of the poisoned woman rises between us. It makes no difference that I am innocent even of the thought of harming my first wife. My innocence has not been proved. In this world my innocence can never be proved.
Why not have a notice put up outside the door on these occasions: "Engaged"? Then the meanest intelligence would understand, and the meanest intelligence was really a thing one had to count with, in this blundering world! Hubert Temperley left Drumgarren suddenly. He said that he had business to attend to in town. "That foolish girl has refused him!" exclaimed Valeria, when she heard of it.
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