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Updated: June 4, 2025
"You are an innocent, Ruspoli. Let me baptize you with scandal." "Don't, don't, I hate scandal," said Ruspoli, taking one of his hands out of his pocket for a moment, and holding it up in remonstrance. "There is nothing but scandal in these small Italian towns. Take to hunting, that's the cure. Nobili is to marry the little girl, that's certain.
If Enrica had looked into his eyes they would have told her that he never had loved her as now! And they were parted! Enrica puts out her hand timidly. Her lips move as if to speak, but no sound comes. Nobili rises; he takes her hand within both his own. He kisses it reverently. "Dear hand " he murmurs, "and it was mine!" Released from his, the dainty little hand falls to her side.
"Sangue di Dio!" mutters Nobili, disengaging himself from Enrica "what new torment is this? Is there no peace in this house? Who is there?" "It is I, Count Nobili." Maestro Guglielmi puts in his hatchet face and glaring teeth. In an instant his piercing eyes have traveled round the room.
All this time Maestro Guglielmi's keen eyes had noted every thing. He was on the lookout for evidence. Persons under strong emotions, as a rule, commit themselves. Count Nobili was young and hot-headed. Count Nobili would probably commit himself. Up to this time Count Nobili had said nothing, however, that could be made use of. Guglielmi's ready brain worked incessantly.
"I beg pardon, count," answered the urbane Trenta, remembering Nobili's liberal politics "I mean no society. Society, as a system, has ceased to exist in Italy. But we must think of the cotillon. It is now twelve o'clock. There will be supper. Then we must soon begin. You, count, are to dance with Nera Boccarini. You came so late we were obliged to arrange it for you." Nobili colored crimson.
He grew stupid in long vistas of speculation. Had Enrica not dared to meet him Nobili clandestinely? Was not this very act unmaidenly? No impossible! The scared, white face was before Nobili, now plainer than ever. No he hated himself for the very thought. All the chivalry of his nature rose up to acquit her. Still there was a mystery. How far was Enrica concerned in it?
"That's the man for the people!" Cassandra still speaks under her breath. "He'll give us a republic yet." Following close on Count Marescotti comes Count Nobili. There are ease and conscious strength and freedom in his every movement. He pauses for a moment on the uppermost step under the central arch of the atrium and gazes round.
I know the lady by sight a little English beau" "Scandal! Who is the man? By God, I'll have his blood within this very hour!" Nobili is now wrought up beyond all endurance. "You can't," says Orazio Franchi, tapping his heel upon the marble pavement. "He's gone." "Gone! I'll follow him to hell!" roars Nobili "Who is he?"
Nera's eyelids tremble; she opens her eyes, her lips move. "Nera, my child, my darling, speak to me!" cries Madame Boccarini. "Tell me that you can hear me." Nera tries to raise her head, but in vain. It falls back upon the cushion. "Home, mamma home!" her lips feebly whisper. At the sound of her voice Nobili starts up; he brushes away the tears that still roll down his cheeks.
"Am I obliged to dance the cotillon at all, cavaliere?" added Nobili, more and more confused. "Can't I sit out?" "Oh, impossible simply impossible!" cried Trenta, authoritatively. "Every couple is arranged. Not a man could fill your place; the whole thing would be a failure." "I am sorry," answered Nobili, in a low voice "sorry all the same."
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