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His uncle called him his beloved son, Mary spoke to him in the most flattering manner, and Mr. Van de Werve shook hands with him cordially. As to Simon Turchi, he was overpowered; all he had just seen and heard was such a martyrdom; jealousy so gnawed his heart that he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of hatred and vengeance.
Is not that handsome man with noble features Frans Floris, the Flemish Raphael?" "Yes; he was presented to you yesterday by Mr. Van de Werve, and you may remember how enthusiastically he eulogized Italian art." "Near him is a singular-looking person; his very attitude is amusing, and his gestures force one to laugh."
The private conversation lasted a long time, and still took no favorable turn; on the contrary, the two old men ceased speaking, as though displeased with each other. Signor Deodati addressed a question to Mr. Van de Werve, to which the latter replied negatively. Both then arose, and approaching Geronimo and Mary, sat down in silence. Their countenances betrayed vexation and mutual displeasure.
"No, a commoner, but a man highly esteemed." "I know him well," said Mr. Van de Werve. "I met him lately in company with Lopez de Galle, for whom he had attended to some financial affairs. What have you to tell us concerning him?" "Something terrible, Mr. Van de Werve. I saw the corpse of poor Barberi taken out of a sewer; he had two dagger-wounds in his throat.
Van de Werve gratified the curiosity of the Italian gentleman by pointing out to him the most remarkable buildings of the city, saying: "Before you now is the new city constructed at his own expense by Gillibert de Schoonbeke a man to whom Antwerp owes its later increase and the creation of countless streets and houses.
Van de Werve contemplated his daughter with ever-increasing pity; then overcome by the sight of her grief, he took her hand, and tenderly pressing it, he said to her: "Cheer up, my dear Mary, do not weep. We will see what answer the Signor Deodati will return to the conditions I will propose to him.
But Miss Van de Werve is expecting it, and if I do not go, she will imagine that some accident has happened to me. It would be better for me to see Mr. Van de Werve, so as to remove any cause of anxiety. I accept your offer, watchmen, and I will liberally recompense the services you render me.
He elbowed his way through the crowd until he reached his friend, struck him on the shoulder, and said: "What is going on here, Master John, to collect such an assembly? I heard some one say that Miss Van de Werve was about to leave for Italy." "Ah! Master Stephen," said the other, "call her Madame Geronimo Deodati." "Is she married?"
The multitude replied by three cheers, and the last reverberation of the cannon was lost in the vivas of those on the shore and ships. In the meantime parents and friends were bidding adieu. Many tears were shed, and it was with tearful eyes that Mary Van de Werve received upon her brow her brothers' kiss.
Suddenly Geronimo clapped his hands, exclaiming, "God be praised! I see my uncle." "Which is he?" inquired Mr. Van de Werve. The young man replied, joyously: "Do you not see standing on the forecastle five or six passengers who wear parti-colored dresses, with plumed hats? In the midst of them is a man of lofty stature, completely enveloped in a brown cloak.
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