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Vanno and Peter followed quickly, but before they arrived Rose had extracted the desired information. "He did see Mary three nights ago, in a carriage, driving in the direction of Italy," she announced in triumph. "He was just starting for home. What a good thing he hadn't gone!"
He had thousands of francs in banknotes in a cellar among his potatoes, and they were all eaten by rats; but he only shrugged his shoulders and said 'twas no worse than having them devoured by speculators. Oh, these peasants of the Riviera are wonderful!" "Vanno and I will make friends with them when we have a house up there," said Mary. "Maybe it will be ready next year. Who knows?
"I think I am dreaming this," said Vanno. And he added, to himself: "It's part of my kingdom, that I never saw before." The curé laughed, delighted. "Luckily for me it is real," he said. "And now that you are in it, my Principino my one-time pupil, my all-time friend it is perfect. I should like you to love it. I should like yes, I should like some great happiness to come into your life here.
Coming down from a Ligurian fort, by an old mule track that ended on the upper Corniche road, he saw an automobile which had stopped at the foot of the path. A girl in a rose-red motor-bonnet and a moleskin coat was standing up in the car, her eyes raised, her chin lifted like a flower tilted in its stem, intent on something which Vanno could not see.
"Angel with the flaming sword!" were the words that spoke themselves in Peter's mind. But she had no pity yet for Marie. "I I only want to shut the door that's all because you wouldn't," the Princess faltered. "Just for a few minutes. It's all I ask. Give me a little time." Vanno closed the door without noise, and stood in front of it like a sentinel. "You may have a few minutes," he said.
Vanno signified to a waiter his desire for this table, and was taken to it. He sat down facing Mary, and pretended to study the menu. He hardly knew what he ordered. A waiter was bringing the girl a small bottle of champagne, in an ice-pail. The man cut the wires, and extracted the cork neatly, but with a slight popping sound.
She seemed to be afraid of thieves, though we have nothing here which thieves can take, unless she herself has brought it. I wondered at first how the Principe had got in, but as soon as he told me he was the betrothed of the Signorina, I knew he would not be stopped by a locked gate." "I climbed over," Vanno admitted, simply. "Those people must have heard me ring the doorbell, I suppose?"
But I am sure it is a happy one. And we can feel for you because of our own happiness, which is so new: though I think it always will be new. Can we not sympathize, Marie mia?" "Yes," said the Princess. "Yes, of course. I congratulate you." There was a different quality in her voice. It did not ring quite true; and Vanno was disappointed.
"Give this to the Englishman," said he; "but conceal my name. It is true, it is true, the proverb is very true," resumed the duke, descending the stairs, "Piu pelli di volpi the di asini vanno in Pellieciaria." Dr. Morgan continues to prescribe globules for grief, and to administer infinitesimally to a mind diseased.
She had thought that tragic memories would haunt the house and echo through the rooms, though strangers who knew nothing of Hannaford's story might find it a pleasant place. But now she was not asking or expecting happiness for the present. She wanted a refuge, where she might think and wait quietly, out of gossip's way a place whence she could write Vanno: "When you come you will find me here."
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