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In Miss Montenero's countenance I thought I saw more concern than surprise; she was alarmed she grew pale, and I repented of some haughty answer I had made to Lord Mowbray, in maintaining a place next to her, which he politely ceded to my impetuosity: he seated himself on the other side of her, in a place which, if I had not been blinded by passion, I might have seen and taken as quietly as he did.
The widow had represented him as being a faithful friend, and the two children of his deceased master were fond of him. Mr. Montenero's attachment to the Manessas immediately made him take notice of Jacob. Jacob told me that he was to go to their house in the city, and to take charge of their affairs, as soon as they could be settled; and that Mr.
Montenero's first feelings he looked at Lord Mowbray's writing again and again, and shuddered in silence, as he cast his eyes upon Fowler's guilty countenance. We all were glad when she was dismissed. Mr. Montenero turned to me, and I saw tears in his eyes. "There is no obstacle between us now, I hope," said I, eagerly seizing the hand which he held out to me. Mr.
I sighed, for I was convinced this was a vain hope. There was some confusion in the tenses in Mr. Montenero's sentence too, which I did not quite like, or comprehend; he seemed as if he were speaking of a thing that might have been possible, at some time that was now completely past.
Whenever I attempted openly I was too honourable, and he knew I was too honourable, to betray his confidence, or to undermine him secretly whenever I attempted openly to expose him, he foiled me his cunning was triumphant, and the utmost I could accomplish was, in the acme of my indignation, to keep my temper, and recollect Miss Montenero's resolution.
The next day came. "Now we shall hear about the dentition of the Jew," said Mowbray, as we got to Mr. Montenero's door. And now we shall see Berenice! thought I. We found a very agreeable company assembled, mixed of English and foreigners.
"For instance, my lord," said he, addressing himself to Lord Mowbray, "the famous picture of the flaying the unjust magistrate I never could look at steadily." I recovered myself and squeezing Mr. Montenero's hand to express my sense of his kind politeness, I exerted myself to talk and to look at the picture.
Both father and mother turned about, and asked, "What answer?" I repeated, as nearly as I could, Mr. Montenero's words and I produced his note. Both excited surprise and curiosity. "What can this obstacle this mysterious obstacle be?" said my mother. "An obstacle on their side!" exclaimed my father: "is that possible?"
First, I thought he suspected me of what I most detested, the affectation of taste, sensibility, and enthusiasm; next, I fancied that Mowbray, in explaining about the tapestry-chamber, Sir Josseline, and the bastinadoed Jew, had said something that might have hurt Mr. Montenero's Jewish pride.
Montenero's goodness to the surviving brother and partner, the London jeweller, Mr. Manessa, Jacob's first benefactor. The Manessas had formerly been settled in Spain, at the time Mr. Montenero had lived there; and when he was in some difficulties with the Inquisition, they had in some way essentially served him, either in assisting his escape from that country, or in transmitting his property.
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