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Teresa, the maid, was there too, but she stood behind. Nobili wore a long cloak that covered him all over; Enrica had a thick veil fastened round her head and face. They didn't see me, but I watched them from behind Pietro's house, at the corner of the street opposite. First of all, Enrica puts her head out of the gate-way. Teresa puts hers out next.
"I assure you, marchesa, it was the horror of what I had done that kept me from calling on you." This was not true, and Nera knew it was not true. Nobili had not come, because he dreaded his weakness and her power. Nobili had not come, because he doted on Enrica to that excess, a thought alien to her seemed then to him a crime. What folly! Now he knew Enrica better! All that was changed.
A look from Count Nobili stopped Trenta from saying more. "Now, Enrica," and the cavaliere turned and took her arm, "come in and give me some breakfast. An old man of eighty must eat, if he means to dance at weddings." "You, Nobili, must come with me," said Fra Pacifico, laying his hand on the count's shoulder.
"Call me Mario Nobili that will do," answered the count, reddening to the roots of his chestnut curls. The marchesa inclined her head, and smiled a sarcastic smile, as if rejoicing to acquaint herself with a fact before unknown. Then she resumed: "Mario Nobili you saved my niece's life last night. I am advised that I cannot refuse you her hand in marriage, although "
But, what was of far more consequence to Guglielmi was, that all this had the effect of stopping Nobili's immediate departure. That Guglielmi had prevailed upon Nobili to enter the room prepared for him that he had in so doing domiciled himself voluntarily under the same roof as his wife was an immense point gained. All this filled Maestro Guglielmi with the prescience of success.
The suspense was becoming intolerable to her. "Refuse to marry him? Refuse Nobili? No, no, I can refuse Nobili nothing," answered Enrica, dreamily. "But he will not come! he is gone forever!" "He will come," insisted the marchesa, pushing her advantage skillfully. "But will he love me?" asked the tender young voice. "Will he believe that I love him? Oh, tell me that! Father Pacifico, help me!
Fra Pacifico took both Enrica's hands in his, drew an arm-chair forward, and placed her in it. "Enrica, I have sent for you to ask you a question," the marchesa spoke. At the sound of her aunt's voice, Enrica shuddered visibly. Was it not, after all, the marchesa's fault that Nobili had left her? Why had the marchesa thrown her into Count Marescotti's company?
Besides, the cunning lawyer had noted that, during that discussion in the chapel with Cavaliere Trenta, Nobili had evinced indications of other passions besides anger indications of a certain tenderness in the midst of his vehement sense of the wrong done him by the marchesa.
Before the count could answer, Pipa was gone. "My son," said Fra Pacifico, standing beside him in the dimly-lighted room, "you have now had time to reflect. Do you accept the separation offered to you by your wife?" "I do, my father." "Then she will enter a convent." Nobili sighed heavily. "You have broken her heart." There was a depth of unexpressed reproach in the priest's look.
"Mario Nobili, wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife?" sternly repeated Fra Pacifico, fixing his dark eyes upon him. "I will," answered Nobili. Whatever his feelings were, Nobili had mastered them. For an instant Nobili's eye met Enrica's. He turned hastily away. Enrica sighed. Whatever hopes had buoyed her up were gone. Nobili had turned away from her!
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