CHAPTER III.

Violante was indeed a bewitching child--a child to whom I defy Mrs

Caudle herself (immortal Mrs Caudle!) to have been a harsh stepmother.

Look at her now, as, released from those kindly arms, she stands, still

clinging with one hand to her new mamma, and holding out the other to

Riccabocca--with those large dark eyes swimming in happy tears. What a

lovely smile!--what an ingenuous candid brow! She looks delicate--she

evidently requires care--she wants the mother. And rare is the woman

who would not love her the better for that! Still, what an innocent

infantine bloom in those clear smooth cheeks!--and in that slight

frame, what exquisite natural grace!

"And this, I suppose, is your nurse, darling?" said Mrs Riccabocca,

observing a dark foreign-looking woman, dressed very strangely--without

cap or bonnet, but a great silver arrow stuck in her hair, and a

filagree chain or necklace resting upon her kerchief.

"Ah, good Annetta," said Violante in Italian. "Papa, she says she is to

go back; but she is not to go back--is she?"

Riccabocca, who had scarcely before noticed the woman, started at

that question--exchanged a rapid glance with Jackeymo--and then,

muttering some inaudible excuse, approached the Nurse, and, beckoning

her to follow him, went away into the grounds. He did not return for

more than an hour, nor did the woman then accompany him home. He said

briefly to his wife that the Nurse was obliged to return at once to

Italy, and that she would stay in the village to catch the mail; that

indeed she would be of no use in their establishment, as she could not

speak a word of English; but that he was sadly afraid Violante would

pine for her. And Violante did pine at first. But still, to a child

it is so great a thing to find a parent--to be at home--that, tender

and grateful as Violante was, she could not be inconsolable while her

father was there to comfort.

For the first few days, Riccabocca scarcely permitted any one to be

with his daughter but himself. He would not even leave her alone with

his Jemima. They walked out together--sat together for hours in the

Belvidere. Then by degrees he began to resign her more and more to

Jemima's care and tuition, especially in English, of which language at

present she spoke only a few sentences, (previously, perhaps, learned

by heart,) so as to be clearly intelligible.

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