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"You are right, signor. By returning to your own beautiful country, you will the sooner forget this misfortune." "God knows when I will revisit my country!" replied the old man. "Are you not going to Italy?" demanded Mr. Van de Werve. "No, sir; but to England." "In search of your nephew? Signor Turchi led us to suppose that he had sought refuge in that island.
A hoarse cry like a stifled groan resounded through the vestibule. The door was closed. Mr. Van de Werve, whose large fortune justified a lavish expenditure, was accustomed to receive at his residence every month the principal gentlemen of Antwerp, strangers as well as citizens.
Van de Werve walked by his daughter's side; the old Deodati was near his beloved nephew Geronimo. Then followed Mary's two married brothers and a large number of her father's near relatives and friends, as well as many Italians, Portuguese, and Spaniards, who wished to escort Geronimo to the ship.
Ah! there she is! My beloved friend, what has happened?" He ran to the insensible young girl, knelt before her, and endeavored to recall her to consciousness by every endearing epithet. In the meantime Mr. Van de Werve aided the duenna in her exertions to restore animation.
"Dear father, do not indulge such a thought." "He is a handsome, dignified gentleman, my child." "Yes, father; he has long been an intimate friend of the Signor Geronimo." Mr. Van de Werve took his daughter's hand, and said, gently: "Geronimo may be finer-looking to a woman's eye; but his future depends upon his uncle's kindness. He is young and inexperienced, and he possesses nothing himself.
Van de Werve, "what is the secret you wish to impart to us?" "I am greatly embarrassed," replied Simon Turchi, shaking his head doubtfully; "my intention was to speak only to Signor Deodati of the affair; perhaps it would be indiscreet in me to reveal to you also, Mr. Van de Werve, a secret which, under different circumstances "
In a corner of the room, beside the fireplace, stood a piano richly enamelled in woods of different colors, and upon it lay two lutes and a violin a proof that the charming art of music was cultivated by the family of Mr. Van de Werve.
Van de Werve, but observed him with an eye full of hope and expectation. When at last he saw Mr. Van de Werve leave the room, a bright smile illumined his face. Geronimo knew that Mr.
Mary Van de Werve! the incarnation of all that men admire and heaven loves: virtue, piety, modesty, charity, beauty, love! Alas! alas! must I leave all that? Must I say a last adieu, renounce my hopes, and never see her again? Die and sleep forever in an unknown tomb, while she lives!" A cry of anguish escaped him.
"Well, command; the sooner the better." "To-day is the eve of May. Geronimo intends to serenade Miss Van de Werve. Only two lute-players will attend him. He invited me to accompany him. I will go to bed at the factory under pretence of indisposition; all the servants will know that I have not left my dwelling.
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