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Scarcely knowing what he did, he grasped the tangled meshes of her silken hair and covered them with kisses. Then he raised her soft face in his hand, and gazed upon it long and fervently. Enrica's plaintive eyes melted as they met his. She quivered in his embrace. Her whole soul went out to him as she lay within his arms. He bent his head their trembling lips clung together in one long kiss.
In the possession of Enrica's love, all other desires, aims, ambitions, had up to the night of the Orsetti ball vanished. Up to that night, for her sake, he had grown solitary, silent nay, even patient and subtle.
Ten days after the departure of the marchesa, Fra Pacifico received the following letter: REVEREND AND ESTEEMED FATHER: I have put the matter of Enrica's marriage into the hands of the well-known advocate, Maestro Guglielmi, of Lucca. He at once left for Rome.
As long as Enrica was ill, Fra Pacifico went freely in and out of her room; now that she was recovered, and had risen from her bed, it was not suitable for him to seek her there himself. When Angelo knocked at Enrica's door, Pipa, who was with her, opened it, and gave her Fra Pacifico's message. The summons was so sudden Enrica had no time to think, but a wild, unmeaning delight possessed her.
This was addressed to the marchesa, who had caught him by the tails of his immaculate blue coat and forced him into a seat beside her. "Vive la bagatelle! Where shall we go? You cannot refuse the count," he added, giving the marchesa a meaning look. "What shall we do? Let us all propose something. Let me see. I propose to improve Enrica's mind. She is young the young have need of improvement.
How, if he Trenta could bring Marescotti to see how much it would be to Enrica's advantage that he should transplant her from a dreary home, to become a wife beside him? Decidedly it was still possible that he, Cesare Trenta, who had arranged satisfactorily so many most difficult royal complications, might yet bring Marescotti to reason.
As she gave him no answer, he asked another question, gazing down upon her earnestly: "How did Count Marescotti come to know what your eyes said?" As Nobili spoke, his voice sounded changed. He waited for an answer with a look as if he had been wronged. Enrica's answer did not come immediately. She felt frightened. "Oh! why," she thought, "had she mentioned Marescotti's name?"
As Nobili bore her up on his strong arm, pacing up and down among the flowering trees that, bowing in the light breeze, shed gaudy petals at their feet Nobili looked so strong, and resolute, and bold his eyes had such a power in them as he gazed down proudly upon her that the tears which trembled upon Enrica's eyelids disappeared. Nobili's strength came to her as her own strength.
Could he have read Enrica's thoughts, he need have feared no contamination to her from the marchesa; her thoughts were far away she had not listened to a single word. "Dio Santo!" he exclaimed at last, clasping his hands together and speaking low, so as not to be overheard by Enrica "that I should live to hear a Guinigi talk so! "The banner didn't help him, nor St.
At first she was so stunned she forgot his name; then it came to her. Yes, the poet Marescotti Trenta's friend who had raved on the Guinigi Tower. What was he to her? Marry Marescotti! Oh! who could have said it? Gradually, as Enrica's mind became clearer, lying there so still with no sound but Pipa's measured breathing, she felt to its full extent how Nobili had wronged her.
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