France -- History -- Francis I, 1515-1547 -- Fiction
"Oh! you must not mind his roughness, madame. His brusque manner
conceals a most ardent and devoted heart; but Benvenuto is at the same
time the most impatient and fiery of men. He thought that you were
making him wait in mere sport, and the insult--"
"Say the mischief," rejoined the duchess with the simulated confusion of
a spoiled child. "It is the truth that I was not dressed when your
master arrived, and I simply prolonged my toilet a little. It was wrong,
very wrong. You see that I confess my sins to you freely. I knew not
that you were with him," she added eagerly.
"True, madame, but Cellini, who is not very sagacious, I admit, and
whose confidence has been sadly abused, deems you to be--I may say it to
you who are so gracious and kind--very wicked and very terrible, and he
thought that he detected an insult in what was nothing more than child's
play."
"Do you think so?" queried the duchess, unable wholly to repress a
mocking smile.
"Oh, forgive him, madame! he is noble-hearted and generous, and if he
knew you as you are, believe me, he would ask your pardon for his error
on his knees."
"Say no more, I pray you! Do you think to make me love him now? I bear
him a grudge, I tell you, and, to begin with, I propose to raise up a
rival."
"That will be difficult, madame."
"No, Ascanio, for you, his pupil, shall be the rival. Allow me, at
least, if I must do homage to this great genius who detests me, to do it
indirectly. Say, will you, of whose charming inventive talent Cellini
himself boasts, refuse to place your talent at my service? And since you
do not share your master's prejudices against my person, will you not
prove it to me by consenting to assist in embellishing it?"
"Madame, all that I am and all the power I have is at your service. You
are so kind to me, you have inquired with so much interest concerning my
past and my hopes for the future, that I am henceforth devoted to you
heart and soul."
"Child, I have done nothing yet, and I ask nothing from you at present
except a little of your talent. Tell me, have you not seen some jewel of
surpassing beauty in your dreams? I have superb pearls; into what
marvellous creation would you like to transform them, my pretty wizard?
Shall I confide to you an idea of my own? A moment since, as you lay in
yonder room with pale cheeks and head thrown back, I fancied that I saw
a beautiful lily whose stalk was bending in the wind. Make me a lily of
pearls and silver to wear in my corsage," said the enchantress, placing
her hand upon her heart.
"Ah! madame, such kindness--"
"Ascanio, do you care to repay my kindness, as you call it? Promise me
that you will take me for your confidante, your friend, that you will
hide nothing from me of your acts, your plans, your sorrows, for I see
that you are unhappy. Promise to come to me when you stand in need of
help or counsel."
"Why, madame, you bestow one favor more upon me, rather than ask a proof
of my gratitude."
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