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There was a carriage at the door, pulse in his mind. Oh how differthough the young man in his ex- ently that old Milord would look citement had not observed it, and upon Duke Agostini! And Franhalf-way up the first flight of steps, cisco, with the quick vehemence of Francisco, hitherto engrossed and his race and age, indulged himself unobservant, came suddenly upon in a momentary anticipation of the Teta's distinguished lodgers, the Eng- pleasure of revenge - how Duke lish Milord and his little grand- Agostini might retaliate even at daughter. Francisco, much abashed his own expense, and though it inand embarrassed by the sudden en- volved the loss of the Signorina ! counter, took off his hat and stood But after all, that would be poor aside in the corner of the wall, while satisfaction-so he rushed up the that radiant little apparition swept last dark steps to Teta's door, and past him. A lovely little fairy, with plucked at the bell with a vehemence sweet English complexion, light hair, which brought the hapless Maria, too pale to be called golden, but still Teta's woman-of-all-work, in a fright with an occasional gleam among the to the door. Thus the young man curls—for curls were positively worn came in, a young whirlwind among in those days--and a tiny light figure the three women, who, with many singularly unlike the substantial Ro- a gesture and exclamation, were conman order of beauty. The young sulting over his fortunes. The table painter stood entranced when she was spread, and everything ready for made him a slight curtsey of recog. supper. In the centre, a tall brass nition, as she floated past in all that lamp with four lights shone down cloud of white, delicately tinted with upon the crisp endive leaves, which ribbons and flowers and ornaments. appeared like winter blossoms of pale He had never seen her before in any- yellow among the green herbage of thing but her simple morning-dress, the salad, and on the vast flask of and he thought her a beautiful fairy wine, and endless quantity of browngliding with her noiseless step down complexioned panetti, which Teta these dingy stairs.
had provided for her guests. The By the little lady's sid was the three women were seated round the Milord, a tall old Englishman, re- table, Mariuccia rather silent and exserved and suspicious. Though the tinguished, while Madame Margherita encounter was momentary and en- kept up the conversation with the tirely accidental, Francisco felt bis mistress of the house. The poor harsh, cold, suspicious glance, full of peasant-woman bad nothing to talk disdainful inquiry. “Who are you, about but her baby, whom she had you foreign fellow?” asked as plainly carried off from Genzaro under her as words that haughty look ; and the shawl, and with a certain respectful flush grew higher on the young man's awe listened to her two companions, cheek. They had scarcely passed who had interests in common, and before the old gentleman began to were discussing the letting of their question his grandchild. Of course apartments;" how many each had, he spoke in that arrogant mincing and what were the prospects of the English, with all the cold freedom season, and whether the Forestieri which these English use, in full secu- were arriving in sufficient number. rity that nobody understands them. There is nothing in the world which Certainly Francisco did not under- can make up for the want of these stand him- but he went up the re- Forestieri, these barbarous people, to maining three flights of stairs, two the thinking of modern Rome. steps at a time, in fiery indignation They tell me that the Pope means and eagerness. The opinion of the to proclaim a holy year, said Forestieri in respect to any friendship Madame Margherita, shrugging her between young English ladies and vast shoulders as Francisco came in. young Roman painters is not at all “Good news for us, Sora Teta, among equivocal, but at all times clearly to all our other troubles. I was speaking be understood.
of it the other day to one of the Frati, Francisco accordingly sprang up a monk of the Santi Apostoli
. I am the stair with a certain vengeful im- a British subject, you understand ; I
always speak my mind. I said, could see, just over Madame Margheri* The Pope, bless him ! will ruin us, ta’s head, the sky and the stars gleamfather-what with the failure of the ing in through the uncovered window, wine and the dearness of the oil, and which was a door as well, and opennothing to be had as it used to be, ed, with Italian Spartan indifference but we must needs have our pictures to fitting, directly upon the loggia, covered up, and our music stopped, where the air was rather chill this and our theatres shut, and the November night. Finding himself Forestieri driven away ! Ah, the object of Madame Margherita's Madama,' said the priest, “but the gaze, the youth kept his embarrassed spiritual good! You will come out eyes upon this clear spot in his dim of it in the same blessed condition surroundings. Madame Margherita that Adam was in before he fell. made her examination very quietly, 'Ab, capito !' I cried out; 'senza and when she had quite concluded, camicia !—I understand you, father said, with as calm à tone, “Signor - without a shirt !'"
Don Francisco, you are like your At this joke, with the truest sym- mother.” pathetic feeling, Teta laughed long Francisco started, taken by surand loud, while Mariuccia, with a little prise, and reddened once more to his forced giggle of complaisance, crossed hair. “Then you too confirm the herself secretly in pious horror. Then story, and she is my mother ?” he exMadame Margherita, whose back, claimed, almost losing his breath. like the disc of a great ball, had been "If you are the baby whom Mariuchitherto obscuring the group for cia there took away from the DuchesFrancisco, turned round on an excla- sa's room-if you are the little boy mation from Teta of the young man's whom she had brought up at San name. She could scarcely have been Michele, then it is I who brought any rounder-she did not look much you into the world,” said Madame older than she had done twenty years Margherita ; " and I am ready to ago. Unlike her Italian contempo- swear a hundred times, if that would raries, both lady and peasant, the do any good, that the Duchessa little 'Irishwoman's brown hair, and Agostini, and nobody else, is your white teeth, and lively eyes, had sur- mother. Per Bacco ! who do you vived that dangerous interval. She suppose but a great lady, and a great had taken another husband the other beauty, would go for to desert her day, a strapping Swiss of the Pope's child ? It is wonderful to me why guard, who was a highly economical she did not bundle you into the lackey and most faithful attendant basket at San Spirito, like the other to Madame Margherita. She had let unfortunate_babes, and have done her principal apartment triumph- with you. I will 'swear she would antly before anybody else had more have done it bad she not been at than a nibble, and altogether was Genzaro instead of Rome.” in flourishing circumstances, and on Here the English nurse, whose good terms with all the world. professional horror of the Duchessa’s
“ It is the young Don," said Teta, unmotherliness, which she had never exaggerating all the more her rever- ventured to unburden herself of beential tone because she could scarcely fore, returned to her mind in full manage to be respectful enough in force, now that her mouth was openher own person to the youth whom ed, made a pause for a reply; but she had known so familiarly—“and receiving none, Francisco being fully this is the English Madame Marghe- occupied in the exercise of self-rerita, Eccellenza. She will tell you of straint, went on again with her perthe things we talked of this morning sonal sentiments. whilst I go to see after the mac- “It was I who brought you into caroni. Accommodate yourself, Sig- the world,” said Madame Marghernore mio, in the great chair.” ita ; " and a great passion I was in
Francisco seated himself once more when I knew why I had been called, carelessly in Teta's big rococo chair, and that it was a secret case, and which was a kind of throne in the the baby, after all my trouble, done dim little room. Sitting there, he up in swaddling-clothes, poor little VOL. LXXXVIII.-NO, DXL
unfortunate soul! The Duchessa gazed at the young speaker as if she never took the least notice of you, could hardly believe in his presumpSignore, no more than if you had been tion ; but catching, as Teta had done a little puppy dog ; nor half as much, before her, that look on the young davvero! for I remember a filthy man's passionate face, so entirely little spaniel that used to lie on her new to the handsome young features bed. Pah! do not speak to me of that sudden subtle unexpected reyour great Italian ladies ! who shut semblance, which recalled the Duthemselves up within doors and cur. chessa in her best and haughtiest tains, and have their babies in secret, days, the quickwitted little Irishand turn them off with scarce a look; woman came to herself. She changnot to say give the poor innocents ed colour with a momentary flush of over to be bound up in swaddling- resentment, then acknowledged to clothes !"
herself that he was right, and then “Madama ! madama!” cried Ma- solaced her dignity by getting up riuccia, who had been studying with from her chair and making him à dismay the changes of Francisco's solemn and sarcastic courtesy. “Sigcountenance, and perceiving he was nor Don Francisco," said Madame on the eve of an explosion, suffered Margherita, with cutting irony, “I her own natural indignation at this have the honour to assure you national cepsure to have its course. again that you are very like your “ You are mad, you Forestieri ! you mother!” will hold with nothing but your own At this moment, fortunately, Teta way. Do you suppose a woman of entered, with her handmaiden beRocca would dress a poor little child hind her bearing the macaroni. The in your modo Inglese, which was sugo had been elaborated under never meant for our country ? and Mariuccia's anxious superintendence; where were there ever straighter -never before had she done such a limbs or an air noble like our young feat of cookery ;—and the rich brown Don!"
gravy with its delicate flavour of to“ Mariuccia, my good woman, you matoes—or, more pleasant title, poknow nothing about it,” said Madame midori, apples of gold—lay tempting Margherita, to think I should be and savoury over the fantastic crimpcalled to such a case! I who have ed ribbons of the macaroni in its nothing to do, only with English lordly round dish. With the proud ladies, as all Rome knows; and old conviction that it was a dish for a Teta, Cenci's aunt, coming to seek prince, Teta stord imperatively by me, the old hypocrite, with her Jesu to see it placed upon the board ; and Nazzarino! and not a word of what as the whole party had dined about it was, till I was safe in Genzaro, and mid-day, and did not know what it could not help myself; and then the was to indulge in intermediary libaDuchessa
tions of tea, the savour of the sugo “ Do me the pleasure,” said Fran- penetrated, despite of excitement and cisco, interposing hastily with a passion, into their primitive sensashrill tone in bis voice, " to say no- tions. Mariuccia, good woman, crossthing more of the Duchessa.” ed herself with a murmured grace ;
Madame Margherita, suddenly in- even Francisco, with no ill-will, drew terrupted in her rapid flow of talk, towards the table his rococo chairand brought to a stand-still in the other things could wait without harm, fulness of her eloquence by so un- but delay would certainly spoil the expected an interference, stopped macaroni: there was the truest philoshort with sheer amazement, and sophy in the thought.
It was still early when the young rapt into another sphere, above dopainter left the house of Teta ; but minoes, above gossip, even above the he neither went to the theatre nor to melodies of the opera. He strayed his favourite café. His mind was along through the Corso, where few people now walked, but where all and sigh over the hard fortune which the cafés were thronged, and the had made the Signorina Inglese a rough pavement echoed to the stream great man's daughter, and put such of carriages, conveying beatific à gulf between them; but, on the
a glimpses of buxom angels in full whole, had been very well pleased evening dress, across the vision of with his lodging and himself and the passers-by. Then into the life, things in general, philosophically different, yet similar, which went on leaving the morrow to provide for its behind in the crooked Roman streets, own affairs. Now, what a change ! in the genuine Roman quarters where Not more unlike was that white there were no Forestieri. There, out- light, unreal and ghostly, which, side lights glared and flickered, and catching a passing figure on the street, green boughs waved out from among madeit look so preternaturally distant The hams and cheeses of the Pizzi- and minute—that light which threw cheria, and flat brown loaves ranged such portentous shadow on the other theinselves by the baker's door; and side of the way, and picked out every dim lamps burned before undecipher- line of the two churches at the end able shrines, to which nobody vouch- of the square with a dead immovable safed a glance; and a loud and lively illumination-not more unlike was population, buying, joking, talking, that moonlight to the sunshine than smoking, endless cigars, fluctuated the one Francisco was to the other. among the narrow black windings of There he stood, with his cigar out, the streets between the two lines of seeing nothing save a faint panorama high houses. The cafés in these er- of light and shade ; seeing ratherratic vicoli or lapes, as well as in the now the gleaming front of the GenCorso, were all crowded to the door, zaro palace, now Mariuccia's little and clouds of bearded Roman faces house at Rocca, uow the consultaappeared over the narrow tables in a tion in Teta's room; while through all world of stormy talk, at strange con- bis thoughts went gleaming, floating, trast with the mild tipple in which that white fairy down the dark stairthey indulged themselves-stormy to case, with the tender tints of halfthe unaccustomed sight, but quite visible colour about ber, and the undangerous—the manner of the inen. flowers in her pretty hair. If he had Francisco wandered through among been slightly out of his wits that them, scarcely seeing the passengers, night it would not have been wonon his way up to his little room, four derful; and he inclined much more stories high, in the Piazza of Trajan. to muse outside there on the loggia, When he had reached bis lofty lodg with no companions but the light ing he went out upon the little log- and darkness, than to return to the gia, to which his room opened, and little room whereeverything reminded stood there leaning on the rails, let- him that his apartment was on the ting his very cigar go out in the full- fourth piano in the Piazza of Trajan, ness of his thoughts. The moon was and be himself only Francisco Spoup and bright, wbitely blazing upon leto the painter, on whom Milord the cold blue crowd of broken pillars frowned ominously, sternly disapfar down in that historic area, and proving of the Signorina's curtsy, vainly attempting to silver over the and that momentary blush which dark shaft of that column where reflected itself upon Francisco's face. Trajan himself stood high into the Ah, you haughty Milord, if you but night. This same morning, twelve knew! if one could only some time hours ago, Francisco had snjoked his hope to let you know that the Agoscigar very cheerfully over these rail- tini Duke would disdain your alliance, ings, looking down with amused and if he did not love your daughter ! ready interest to see the country. But, alas ! here we are, all untitled and people's carts, and the honest louts of unendowed, with that half-finished contadini gazing in at the wonders portrait on the easel, and some copies of the iron-shops. In the dewy unframed and disposable upon the freshness and sweet sunshine of the wall, and unhappily nothing else to demorning, he had perhaps indulged in pend upon for daily bread, wine, minesa momentary sentimental speculation tra, and cigars ! Not the Duke Agostini at all, only that unhappy Fran- the art of thinking! His fancy went cisco, who never more, if he lived a wandering about that summer-front hundred years, could be again the of the Genzaro palace, about the contented Francisco the painter who English Signorina; about the Duchslept last night under that quiet roof. essa and Donna Anna with a darker Francisco tossed the cigar, which had fascination; and he pictured to himbeen out for an hour, impatiently from self Mariuccia's ride home through his band, and watched it descending the olive woods, with himself a helpthose luminous depths of air, with a less unconscious bundle in her arms; hasty exclamation. It was drawing and leaped forward from that scene in towards midnight, and echoes of song the past to the scene in the future, were rising out of the streets, fumes when all Rome, with acclamations, of the opera, evaporating from the should hail the injured youth's restiyoung Roman brains as they came tution to his rights, and the English out of the theatres. With another Milord should throw up his bands to impatient exclamation Francisco, heaven, in operatic delight, and place who did the same thing himself last his pretty daughter in Francisco's night, plunged in through his window, arms. Under the influence of this and closed it before the singers came last scene, the young man fell asleep,
He had no toleration for the which was exactly the best thing he fools and their music-he who had could have done under the circumto think! Ab, hard, unusual exer- stances. Thinking, had it lain in his cise! He knew no more how to set way, would not have served him much about it, than he would have known in that emergency. He was only a how to build another St Peter's. He gay young Roman, trained to Do lighted two lights of his Roman particular exercise of will or selflamp, turned the portrait with its denial. His wild plan in the mornface to the easel, and threw himself ing, of standing perpetually at his into the handiest chair. You sup- easel, painting impossible pictures, till pose his mind busied itself about the he had earned enough for his suit, ways and means of establishing his was as mad a notion as could have rights-how he should hire advocates possessed any man, had it not been and bring his cause before the legal transitory as any other sudden flame. courts, and first of all and most im- He was not of the race nor of the portant, how he should get the money mettle to scorn delights and live lafor these momentous uses? But, borious days. alas ! Francisco understood nothing of
It was with a beating heart that and without any genial appearances Francisco directed his steps next day about him. He had a great wood-fire towards Teta's house-not to see Teta blazing in the little room, by the side this time, but to have his last sitting of which he sat in an easy-chair, from the Signorina Inglese, who had jealously on the watch, and not much so much complicated and bewildered more gracious to his grand-daughter the young man's thoughts. When he than he was to Francisco. My lord had entered the little sitting-room where taken no notice hitherto of this porhe had hitherto been received, Fran- trait business; it was a private entercisco found his fears fully confirmed. prise of Lucy's, for the gratification of It was not the large form of Teta, soine old governess at home-painter nor the prim one of the English recommended by Madame Costini. waiting-woman-safest of third par- “Very well, very well,” said the fretties, who knew no Italian-which ful grandpapa, who was somewhat of presided over this sitting, but my an invalid, to do him justice, and Iord himself, grand and cross, with over seventy, “I have no objection, the blackest of looks and haughtiest so long as you don't trouble me." of salutations for the young painter. And they had not troubled himMy lord was old, very attenuated, nothing could be further from the