I RETURN TO FLORENCE AND THE WORLD OF FASHION
Upon my arrival in the capital, my first care, after securing a lodging
on the Lung' Arno, was to pay a visit to the Ghetto, where I had spent
those happy three days with my newly wedded wife--if wife indeed she had
been. I found the church, but not the priest; I found the old Jewess,
Miriam, in whose house we had lodged. She made short work of my doubts.
"You are no more married to your Virginia than you are to me," she
curtly said. "You are as little married as any young man of my
acquaintance. Married, indeed! Why, that church hadn't had a Mass said
in it to my knowledge for fifty years, except a black one now and again
to oblige the jaded vicious; and as for your priest, 'tis true he was a
priest once, but he had been degraded for a bad affair of robbery with
violence and inhibited from his business--and, now I come to think on
it, he was hanged outside the Bargello no earlier than last week."
I was aghast at this news, which, as it was delivered, I could hardly
doubt. Virginia then had deceived me. I had trusted her in all things
and she had played me false. Designing to do her honour, I had done her
the greatest dishonour--but through her means. Blind fool that I was!
Playing the husband, complacently accepting her play of the wife as
serious. O Heaven, and she had let me ruin her, and now was gone! I own
that I was angry at being made the victim of a trick, indignant at
having been forced into a thing which I should never have dreamed of
doing. But when I turned severely to Miriam and accused her of being a
party to the fraud, she laughed in my face, and put the case before me
in a way which made me sing a tune in the minor. "Fiddlededee!" she
retorted, her arms stuck out akimbo, "what in the world had I to do with
your fooleries? 'Twas the girl arranged it all--and for reasons which do
her more credit than YOU seem able to do her. I think she's a very good
girl--a thousand times too good for you. If you find her again I shall
be sorry for her--and I'll tell you this much, that I shan't help you."
She had me pleading after this; but it took two or three visits and very
liberal treatment before she would condescend to tell me anything.
Finally, however, she gave it as her opinion that Fra Palamone, whom I
had been so short-sighted as to dismiss, was more likely to know of her
whereabouts than any one; and that I had better beware of the Marchese
Semifonte, a man well known to her. She plainly told me that she thought
next to nothing of my chances, and that the best thing I could do was to
go back to England. "You don't understand our women, nor will you ever--
you and the likes of you," she said. "They have more sound sense in
their little fingers than your nation in its collected Parliament. Do
you imagine a girl like Virginia wants to be your lady? What on earth
should she do in such a place? Lie on a couch and order menservants
about? Oh, preposterous! What pleasures does Virginia know but those of
bed and board and hoard? She'll be merry in the first, and hearty at the
second, and passionate for filling the crock with gold pieces. But your
manners would freeze the heart out of her; and if you have more guineas
than you can spend, where's the joy of sweating to get 'em, or of hiding
'em under the flag-stones against a lean year? No, no, she knew better
than you, and did better. A gentleman may play the beggar for a while,
but sooner or later his own will have him--and what's Virginia to do
then? Do you dare," she said sternly, "do you dare to blame her for what
she has done? She has done incredibly well; and if you in all the rest
of your life can prove a tithe of her nobility, you will be a greater
man than I have reason to believe you."
"I cannot blame her, Miriam," I said, "I love her too much. I shall
never rest until I find her." The tears stood in my eyes--I was indeed
humiliated; but my shame, though bitter, was not without fruit.
Shortly afterwards, in order to clear up the affairs of my inheritance,
I presented myself before Sir John Macartney, the English Minister, at
his weekly levee in the Palazzo C----. A bluff, soldierly man, of Irish
birth and English opinions, he received me with particular civility, in
which curiosity may perhaps have played its part. He deplored my loss of
an excellent father, rejoiced in my gain of an excellent estate, hoped I
should return to England, cry for King George, hunt the country, and
keep a good head of game. He alluded, as delicately as he could, to
religious differences. "I know very well that you're no turncoat, Mr.
Strelley," he said; "no, dammy, your house is inveterate for the Pope.
But your father was never a Stuart's man, and I hope you'll follow him
there. You'll stand apart--'tis only natural--but, curse me, let us have
no Jesuit rogues in our women's quarters--hey? No, no--you must uphold
the Protestant succession, Mr. Strelley, like your father before you."
My reply, I fancy, somewhat sobered the heart of Sir John. I said that I
preferred the Republican form of government as I had seen it in Venice
and Lucca, and that I should certainly have nothing to question in the
authority of King George, seeing that that authority had been conferred
upon him by Parliament. I added that my plans were very uncertain, and
did not at present include hunting the county of Oxford. "I have done
much hunting since I have been in Italy," I said ruefully, "I have been
as often quarry as huntsman. At present I am hunting for my----." But
there I stopped. Wife I could not say--mistress I would not.
Sir John saved me the trouble. He was a man of the world.
"Young blood!" he cried. "I envy you that. At your age, my dear sir,
that too was my game." He took snuff, then said in an undertone, "I am
not too old but I can feel for you, and not so young neither that I
shall pretend more ignorance of your troubles than you could believe me
to have. For reasons of your own, you chose not to seek my good offices
when you were last in Florence, and it was not for me to thrust myself
upon you. There was a lady, I believe--pooh, man, never blush for that;
there is always a lady at your happy age. Well, I can give you news.
That lady is still here in Florence--a charming creature, Mr. Strelley!
Upon my soul, if I were younger by a decade--tut, tut! what am I
saying?"
What was he saying, indeed! He was reminding me of one I desired
extremely to forget; he was diverting my mind from another whom I must
by all means remember. Honestly, I did not wish to see Donna Aurelia--
but Sir John must have out his news.
He told me that Donna Aurelia and her husband were established in
Florence. Count Giraldi, said Sir John, had used his great authority
with the Sovereign to obtain a fine position for the professor. Dr.
Lanfranchi had been made a Judge of the Court of Cassation, and had been
in residence some six months or more. Fine as this position was,
however, it was nothing, said Sir John, to the position of the judge's
lady. "She's a leader of the mode, I can assure you," said he, "and any
little difficulty you may have had in that quarter, you may be sure,
will be none now. Count Giraldi will, no doubt, be enchanted to present
you there. I recommend you to keep in with the count."
I felt that I could not love Count Giraldi any more. I told Sir John
that my duties towards Donna Aurelia and her husband were of a peculiar
kind, not to be assisted or made more difficult by Count Giraldi. "There
was a moment," I added, "when his Excellency could have served me--when,
having played the part of an honest man, I called for the help of one
who had pretended himself my friend. He failed me then, I know not why;
and he might fail me now. If you will pardon me for saying so, what I
now have to do in the case of this lady--if there is anything for me to
do--is by no means the business of his Excellency."
"I hope not, I hope not," said Sir John. "Go your own way--and count
upon me, at least, in the pinch--if pinch there is to be. But remember
this. Count Giraldi is the Chief Minister of this Government, and this
Government is your host. Count Giraldi is therefore major-domo. Keep in
with him, my dear sir, by all means, unless you desire (a) your conge,
or (b) an extortionate bill for breakages and arrears. I need only
mention the name of the Marchese Semifonte--no more on that head."
"No more indeed," says I, very short. "But as to Count Giraldi, I can
assure you that I have no quarrel with his Excellency, who (idle rumours
apart) has never, to my knowledge, impugned my honour."
"Why no," said Sir John, with a queer frown, "nor need he ever--so long
as you clearly perceive wherein your honour lies."
"I do perceive it most clearly," I replied, "and believe that I have
always perceived it since that fatal night when I forgot that I had any.
I am so sure of it now that I shall not hesitate for a moment. With your
permission, sir, I shall set about it this very hour."
"What the devil are you going to do, my dear sir?" cried the Minister.
"I am going to leave Florence," I said, "so soon as ever I have done my
present business."
Sir John puffed out his cheeks and let his relief escape in a volley.
"Poh! How you put me about," said he. "I thought you were for the
count's throat. I thought--body of me, I know not what I thought. As for
the doctor, you'll find him easy handling. The good man knows where his
comforts are, and whence they come. Why, supposing that you had never
gone into his wife's cupboard and stalked out of it again, would he at
this day have been snug upon the bench, with house-room at the Villa San
Giorgio?" Here was something strange.
"At the Villa San Giorgio?" I echoed with astonishment. "Is Donna Giulia
then----?"
Sir John looked sly. "Donna Giulia," he said, "was a sensible woman. She
knew very well the length of her shoe. Donna Giulia has joined her
husband at Naples--a Court appointment and a good house. Dr. Lanfranchi
occupies the Villa San Giorgio. Now do you see how the land lies?" I
frowned and squared my chin. I think that I was disturbed because I did
not then see how the land lay. I suspected, however, that Sir John knew
more than he chose to tell me. I rose to take leave of him. There was
something about me which he noticed.
"You are going to the doctor?" he said. "You will find him in court."
"I am going," I said, "to the Villa San Giorgio."
He showed his alarm by saying, "You may regret it; you may regret it all
your life long."
"I shall regret that I ever lived if I do not go," said I. As I went out
Sir John threw up his hands.