I WORK FOR AURELIA, AND HEAR OF HER
It was to the sympathetic ears of Donna Giulia, first of all, that I
imparted the state of my feelings, my hopes, fears and prayers with
regard to Aurelia. There was that about Count Giraldi, a diamantine
brilliancy, a something hard and crystalline, a positiveness, an
incisiveness of view and reflection, which on first acquaintance decided
me not to take him into my confidence. When I came to know him better,
or to think that I did, I followed my natural bent and talked to him
unreservedly; but in the lady, from the beginning, I found a very
interested listener. She led me on from stage to stage of my story until
she had it all, and gave me the sum of her thoughts freely and with
candour. "I agree with you, Don Francis," she said, "that your lady will
be in Florence before long. A wounded bird makes straight for the nest,
and only puts into a thicket on the way to recover itself for the longer
flight. You will have to make the most of your time here, for I do not
believe that even your eloquence--and you are most eloquent--will hold
her from her mother's arms, as things are now. You will be sure to
follow her to Siena, and can there make your arrangements at ease."
"My arrangements, dear madam, are very simple," said I. "Pardon is all I
ask, and leave to serve her. She may give me these in Florence as well
as in Siena."
"Pardon you may be certain of," said Donna Giulia.
"What has she to pardon you but the fact that you admired her, and told
her so? I assure you we don't think that an irremediable sin in Italy.
Permission to serve her, in other words, permission to prove your
admiration by deeds (not words), is another affair. She will certainly
wish to consult her mother about that."
"Her husband too, madam," said I; "this is the real difficulty of the
case." She gave me a queer look.
"It is unusual to consult the husband," she said. "It puts him in a
difficult position."
"It is my fault," said I ruefully, "that he has been put there already."
"Undoubtedly it is," returned Donna Giulia. "You should have remained in
the cupboard. Why, the fact that she put you there is proof of that. She
has given you all possible encouragement."
I said no more on the subject just then, but a few days afterwards,
being out with the count on horseback, he himself spoke to me about my
business, frankly owning that it was none of his. "Donna Giulia
mentioned it to me in secrecy," he said, "in the charitable hope that I
might be of use to you. Need I say that all my abilities are at your
service in an affair of the sort? I have had a good deal of experience:
are you inclined to make use of me? Let me add, that if you are not, I
am discretion itself. I shall understand your reticence, and even take
it as a compliment; for if you think I am not the kind of man whom you
would care to interest in your mistress, it will be a gratifying proof
that I am younger than I venture to think myself."
My reply to this frankly stated case was to put before him the tale of
the fair Aurelia, the cupboard and the pilgrimage of penitence. Count
Giraldi, greatly to his credit, listened without the alteration of a
muscle, and expressed at the close of my blushing narrative his
convictions that Aurelia must be a charming lady, and that I should
prove an equally charming damerino when I had learned the rules of the
game, "One of which," he added with mock severity, "One of which is that
while the husband must know everything, he is to be told nothing. To
break that rule is to outrage society." It may be that something of
bewilderment and pain upon my face told him that he had overstepped his
path. He changed the conversation rapidly, encouraged me to talk of
Aurelia's perfections and of my own shortcomings as I would, reserving,
no doubt, his private view of each; and ended the conversation by
promising me to put all his interest at my service. "I will do what I
can, and welcome," he said. "I will make friends with the doctor, and
perhaps find a place for him under this Government; I will introduce the
doctor's wife to Donna Giulia, and listen to your reading of your poetry
at least as readily as she will. More, I will make you acquainted with
my personal bookbinder, the Abbe Loisic, a truly great virtuoso. If
Donna Aurelia won't accept your sonnets in the dress of his providing,
you may give up the case as hopeless. In a word, my dear Francis," he
said laughing, "there shall be only one thing wanting to complete your
felicity, and even that I may be able to afford you. You will have your
mistress at hand, her husband accommodated, and will only need a rival,
it seems to me, to stimulate you to a pleasant exertion of your powers.
There ought not to be much difficulty in finding one in Florence." He
was silent awhile, then said, as if musing on the absurdity, "Semifonte,
for example!" I begged him not to mention that man.
The weeks passed thus pleasantly for me, and I was wafted from winter
into the fragrant chambers of spring before I was aware. On the morning
of April 23, as I was sitting in my lodging, drinking my chocolate, I
received a letter from Father Carnesecchi, saying that Aurelia was in
Florence; and while I was still standing in ferment with his note
shaking in my hand, Virginia burst into my room, fell at my feet,
clasped me by the knees. "Master, news, news!" she cried, and kissed my
hands with passion.