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"How is Monsieur Gouache?" he asked, going straight to the point. He had seen the look of surprise on the princess's face as he entered, and thought it best to explain himself at once. "Ah, you have heard? Poor man! He is badly hurt, I fear. Would you like to see him?" "Presently, if I may," answered Giovanni. "We are all fond of Gouache. How did the accident happen?"
Anastase Gouache recovered rapidly from his injuries, but not so quickly as he wished. There was trouble in the air, and many of his comrades were already gone to the frontier where the skirmishing with the irregular volunteers of Garibaldi's guerilla force had now begun in earnest.
She certainly possesses distinguished talents, and is easily in the front rank of Dresden women artists. Her gouache pictures dealing with Hungarian subjects, a "Village Street," a "Peasant Farm," a "Churchyard," exhibited at Dresden in 1892, were well drawn and full of sentiment, but lacking in color sense and power.
Spicca looked at him with an odd expression, in which there was surprise as well as annoyance, and instead of making any answer, crossed himself and knelt down upon the marble pavement. Gouache followed his example instinctively.
"Gouache is an old friend of yours, I suppose," observed the lady. "He was a friend of my father's. He is almost a Roman. He married a distant connection of mine, Donna Faustina Montevarchi." "Ah yes I have heard. He is a man of immense genius." "He is a man I envy with all my heart," said Orsino. "You envy Gouache? I should not have thought " "No?
Indeed, Sant' Ilario now asked himself how he had chanced to see what passed, and the only answer was that he generally watched them when they were together. This was a revelation to himself, and told much. Then there was her midnight expedition with Gouache, a far more serious matter.
"My wife found it chilly in the valley." Anastase looked curiously at Giovanni's pale face, and wondered whether anything was wrong. Corona herself seemed strangely agitated. "Yes," answered Gouache, with his gentle smile; "the mountain air is still cold."
Gouache had found his opportunity and did not hesitate. "Madame," he said, "I beg your pardon for trespassing on your time, but I have a serious word to say. I am going to the frontier and am as likely to be killed as any one else. On the faith of a man who may be dead to-morrow, I am wholly innocent of what happened last night. If I come back I will prove it to you some day.
"I think it has been spoken of," answered Faustina in a low voice. She shivered a little and pressed her hands together. There was a short silence, during which Anastase did not take his eyes from her, while she looked down, avoiding his look. "Then there is no time to be lost," said Gouache at last. "I will go to your father to-morrow morning."
"Those you have got will never bear discussion." "Excuse me," answered Gouache; "if you will take the trouble to be introduced to his Eminence Cardinal Antonelli " Donna Tullia held up her hands in horror. "That horrible man! That Mephistopheles!" she cried. "That Macchiavelli! That arch-enemy of our holy liberty!" exclaimed Del Ferice, in theatrical tones. "Exactly," answered Gouache.
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