CHAPTER V.

No sooner had Lady Lansmere found herself alone with Riccabocca and

Harley than she laid her hand on the exile's arm, and, addressing him by

a title she had not before given him, and from which he appeared to

shrink nervously, said, "Harley, in bringing me to visit you, was forced

to reveal to me your incognito, for I should have discovered it. You may

not remember me, in spite of your gallantry; but I mixed more in the

world than I do now, during your first visit to England, and once sat

next to you at dinner at Carlton House. Nay, no compliments, but listen

to me. Harley tells me you have cause for some alarm respecting the

designs of an audacious and unprincipled adventurer, I may call him; for

adventurers are of all ranks. Suffer your daughter to come to me on a

visit, as long as you please. With me, at least, she will be safe; and

if you, too, and the--"

"Stop, my dear madam," interrupted Riccabocca, with great vivacity; "your

kindness overpowers me. I thank you most gratefully for your invitation

to my child; but--"

"Nay," in his turn interrupted Harley, "no buts. I was not aware of my

mother's intention when she entered this room. But since she whispered

it to me, I have reflected on it, and am convinced that it is but a

prudent precaution. Your retreat is known to Mr. Leslie, he is known to

Peschiera. Grant that no indiscretion of Mr. Leslie's betray the secret;

still I have reason to believe that the count guesses Randal's

acquaintance with you. Audley Egerton this morning told me he had

gathered that, not from the young man himself, but from questions put to

himself by Madame di Negra; and Peschiera might and would set spies to

track Leslie to every house that he visits,--might and would, still more

naturally, set spies to track myself. Were this man an Englishman, I

should laugh at his machinations; but he is an Italian, and has been a

conspirator. What he could do I know not; but an assassin can penetrate

into a camp, and a traitor can creep through closed walls to one's

hearth. With my mother, Violante must be safe; that you cannot oppose.

And why not come yourself?"

Riccabocca had no reply to these arguments, so far as they affected

Violante; indeed, they awakened the almost superstitious terror with

which he regarded his enemy, and he consented at once that Violante

should accept the invitation proffered. But he refused it for himself

and Jemima.

"To say truth," said he, simply, "I made a secret vow, on re-entering

England, that I would associate with none who knew the rank I had

formerly held in my own land. I felt that all my philosophy was needed

to reconcile and habituate myself to my altered circumstances. In order

to find in my present existence, however humble, those blessings which

make all life noble,--dignity and peace,--it was necessary for poor, weak

human nature wholly to dismiss the past. It would unsettle me sadly,

could I come to your house, renew awhile, in your kindness and respect--

nay, in the very atmosphere of your society--the sense of what I have

been; and then (should the more than doubtful chance of recall from my

exile fail me) to awake, and find myself for the rest of life what I am.

And though, were I alone, I might trust myself perhaps to the danger, yet

my wife: she is happy and contented now; would she be so, if you had once

spoiled her for the simple position of Dr. Riccabocca's wife? Should I

not have to listen to regrets and hopes and fears that would prick sharp

through my thin cloak of philosophy? Even as it is, since in a moment of

weakness I confided my secret to her, I have had 'my rank' thrown at me,

--with a careless hand, it is true, but it hits hard nevertheless. No

stone hurts like one taken from the ruins of one's own home; and the

grander the home, why, the heavier the stone! Protect, dear madam,

protect my daughter, since her father doubts his own power to do so.

But--ask no more."

Riccabocca was immovable here; and the matter was settled as he decided,

it being agreed that Violante should be still styled but the daughter of

Dr. Riccabocca.

"And now, one word more," said Harley. "Do not confide to Mr. Leslie

these arrangements; do not let him know where Violante is placed,--at

least, until I authorize such confidence in him. It is sufficient excuse

that it is no use to know unless he called to see her, and his movements,

as I said before, may be watched. You can give the same reason to

suspend his visits to yourself. Suffer me, meanwhile, to mature my

judgment on this young man. In the meanwhile, also, I think that I shall

have means of ascertaining the real nature of Peschiera's schemes. His

sister has sought to know me; I will give her the occasion. I have heard

some things of her in my last residence abroad, which make me believe

that she cannot be wholly the count's tool in any schemes nakedly

villanous; that she has some finer qualities in her than I once supposed;

and that she can be won from his influence. It is a state of war; we

will carry it into the enemy's camp. You will promise me, then, to

refrain from all further confidence in Mr. Leslie?"

"For the present, yes," said Riccabocca, reluctantly.

"Do not even say that you have seen me, unless he first tell you that I

am in England, and wish to learn your residence. I will give him full

occasion to do so. Pish! don't hesitate; you know your own proverb--

"'Boccha chiusa, ed occhio aperto

Non fece mai nissun deserto.'

"The closed mouth and the open eye,' etc."

"That's very true," said the doctor, much struck. "Very true. 'In

boccha chiusa non c'entrano mosche.' One can't swallow flies if one

keeps one's mouth shut. /Corpo di Bacco!/ that's very true indeed."

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