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Ghisleri and Bianca, on the other side, had begun at once to talk, and their voices, unknown to themselves, had sunk to a low key. "I am very glad I have met you here, this morning, Donna Veronica," said Taquisara, leaning forward so as to speak close to her, but looking down at the gravel under his feet. "I had something especial to say to you." Veronica glanced at him, half startled.
Her doubts were soon set at rest by the sight of his thin face and almost colourless beard, in the distance, as the servant opened the door of the drawing-room. Bianca was seated at the piano, and Gianluca was standing on one side of her, while Ghisleri bent over her on the other, looking at the sheet of music before her.
I have heard it from Taquisara and from Signor Ghisleri, who are friends of his." "Dying of love for me?" Veronica broke out in a girlish laugh. "How absurd! Why does he not ask for me, if that is true? Not that I would ever marry him! He is like a Perugino angel, with his yellow hair and blue eyes." She laughed again.
They rode out together early in the morning, westward, towards Baiae, and up to the king's preserves, and often through some lands of Veronica's which lay in the rich Falernian district within an easy distance. A groom followed them. Ghisleri very rarely joined the party. Bianca Corleone had another accomplishment which was very unusual at that time, and is still uncommon, among Italian women.
As for the fact that Pietro Ghisleri was frequently at the villa, society refrained from throwing stones, in consideration of the extreme brittleness of its own glass dwelling. Ghisleri was disliked in Naples, because he was a Tuscan; but Bianca, as a Roman, might have been more popular. It need hardly be said that she preferred the isolation she enjoyed to a gayer existence.
Bianca knew from Ghisleri that Gianluca's father had done his best to bring about the marriage. She was amazed to find that Veronica knew nothing of the negotiations. "It is very strange," she said thoughtfully, and hesitating as to how much she should tell of what she had heard. "What is strange?" asked the young girl. "That you should not have known about Gianluca. They go to see him every day.
You must not expect much of me but what little there is to expect will be practical. Perhaps Ghisleri could advise you better than I. He is a queer fellow. If he ever cuts his throat, he will not die of it his heart and his head will go on living separately, just as they do now." Gianluca smiled again, for the description of the man was keen and true, as men knew him.
Taquisara, on pretence of setting down his tea-cup, rose also and managed to place himself in front of Bianca, and said something to which Ghisleri gave an answer, just as Veronica and Gianluca were standing close together. "May I go on writing to you?" asked Gianluca, in a low tone and quickly. Veronica looked up at him with a startled expression. "Oh please please!" she answered anxiously.
"No," he answered; "I shall not consult Ghisleri. You and I are different enough to understand each other. He and I are not, though he is a good friend of mine." "I should not say that you resemble Ghisleri in any way," observed Taquisara, bluntly. "You may not see it, but I feel it. It is not easy to explain. He and I feel about many things in the same way, but we look at ourselves differently."
Through Pietro Ghisleri she found an honest and discreet man of business, whose fortune and good name placed him above suspicion, and who arranged matters to her satisfaction, and as far to her advantage as was possible under the circumstances. Bosio had possessed a competency, which, as he died intestate, became the inheritance of his brother.
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