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I had scarcely finished dressing when Vincenzo entered with my overcoat, and informed me that the marquis waited for me, and that a close carriage was in attendance at the private door of the hotel. "Permit me to accompany you, eccellenza!" pleaded the faithful fellow, with anxiety in the tone of his voice. "Come then, amico!" I said, cheerily. "If the marquis makes no objection I shall not.
Vincenzo knew of all these old, past horrors; the Florentines had made ballads of them, and sang them in the streets, and one might buy "L'Assassina," or "Il Fratello del Principe," printed on little sheets of coarse paper, on the stalls in the Mercato, for one soldo.
The next day we saw nothing of the count, but early Thursday morning Vincenzo knocked at my door with a note, in which Count Alvala informed me that he was my son, and begged earnestly to see the beautiful Miss St. Clair once more: he would never trouble me again. It was the only day on which we could see the Palace of the Cæsars, and would I be so good as to permit him to meet us there?
It was my wife's visiting-card, and on it was written in her own delicate penmanship "To remind the conte of his promised visit to-morrow." A sudden anger possessed me. I crumpled up the dainty glossy bit of pasteboard and flung it aside. The mingled odors of the fruit and flowers offended my senses. "I care nothing for these trifles," I said, addressing Vincenzo almost impatiently.
The imperturbable Vincenzo bowed, and taking the weapons, prepared to leave the room. "Stay!" He turned. I looked at him steadily. "I believe you are a faithful fellow, Vincenzo," I said. He met my glance frankly. "The day may come," I went on, quietly, "when I shall perhaps put your fidelity to the proof."
Early in 1584 the heir to the duchy of Mantua, Vincenzo Gonzaga, to whose intercession Tasso later owed his liberty, entreated Guarini to let him have his already famous pastoral for the occasion of his marriage with Eleonora de' Medici. The poet, however, found it impossible to complete the work in time, and sent the Idropica instead.
I stopped in my rapid walk and bade Vincenzo call a carriage, one of the ordinary vehicles that are everywhere standing about for hire in the principal thoroughfares of Naples. I sprung into this and told the driver to take me as quickly as possible to the Villa Romani, and adding to Vincenzo that I should not return to the hotel all day, I was soon rattling along the uphill road.
Rather pray," and I sighed heavily, "for the dead, 'that they may be loosed from their sins." The good woman looked at me with a sort of kindly pity mingled with awe, then murmuring once more her thanks and blessing, she left the room. A few minutes afterward Vincenzo entered. I addressed him cheerfully. "Absence is the best test of love, Vincenzo; prepare all for our departure!
"He's ordering a bottle of red wine," murmured Luigi, dancing up and down with excitement. Vincenzo was so nervous that he knocked a bottle down in the window, and I believe that my heart-beats were almost audible over the telephone which I was holding, for the police operator called me down for asking so many times if all was ready. "There it is the signal," cried Craig.
When he, too, had been defeated, and sent back to Greece, Rome entered on her first war with the Carthaginians; which was no sooner over than all the Gallic nations on both sides of the Alps combined against the Romans, by whom, in the battle fought between Populonia and Pisa, where now stands the fortress of San Vincenzo, they were at last routed with tremendous slaughter.
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