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And then she took Violante's hand in both hers, and gazed on her as if she could not resist the pleasure of contemplating so much beauty. "My son," she said softly, and with a half sigh, "my son in vain told me not to be surprised. This is the first time I have ever known reality exceed description!"
He bade Jemima inquire of the old maid-servant who lived at the cottage, and heard that its owner was a Mr. Oran, a quiet gentleman, and fond of his book. While Riccabocca thus amused himself, Randal had not been prevented, either by his official cares or his schemes on Violante's heart and fortune, from furthering the project that was to unite Frank Hazeldean and Beatrice di Negra.
But, /peste, mon cher/, your fall has been from a great height, and any other man would have broken his bones." "Strength is ever light," said the count, smiling; "and it does not fall; it leaps down and rebounds." Levy looked at the count, and blamed himself for having disparaged Peschiera and overrated Randal. While this conference went on, Harley was by Violante's side.
It might be supposed that having, in all probability, just secured so great a fortune as would accompany Violante's hand, Randal might be indifferent to the success of his scheme on the Hazeldean exchequer. Such a supposition would grievously wrong this profound young man.
It was the day after the conspiracy; Dona Violante and her daughters were incommunicative and in ugly humour. Dona Violante's inflated face at every moment creased into a frown, and her restless, turbid eyes betrayed deep preoccupation.
And the squire farms and hunts; and the parson preaches and chides and soothes; and Riccabocca reads his Machiavelli, and sighs and smiles as he moralizes on Men and States; and Violante's dark eyes grow deeper and more spiritual in their lustre, and her beauty takes thought from solitary dreams. And Mr. Richard Avenel has his house in London, and the Honourable Mrs.
Randal's description of Violante's personal appearance, and such suggestions as to her character and the motives most likely to influence her actions as that young lynx-eyed observer could bestow, were all that the count required of present aid from his accomplice. Meanwhile we return to Violante herself. We see her now seated in the gardens at Knightsbridge, side by side with Helen.
It was not his object to conciliate Violante's affection, but rather to excite her repugnance, or at least her terror, we must wait to discover why; so he stood apart, seemingly in a kind of self-confident indifference, while the girl read the following letter: "My child, receive with favour Mr. Leslie. He has my consent to address you as a suitor.
And Signora Orsola took the Contessa Violante's advice, and went directly to the lawyer's studio in the little cloister under the walls of the cathedral, on leaving her adviser. As Violante had said, she had no difficulty whatever in finding it. The lawyer was at home, and Signora Orsola was at once ushered into the inner studio, which has been described in a former chapter.
"What!" said Violante, with a look of surprise, and a sadness not unmixed with petulance in her quick tone. "What! does he then so grieve that Helen prefers another?" Despite the grave emotions that disturbed his mind, Mr. Dale was struck by Violante's question, and the voice in which it was said. He loved her tenderly. "Child, child," said he, "I am glad that Helen has escaped Lord L'Estrange.
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