Svirski looked at him for a time with emotion; then Pani Cervi began to
speak of her father and her husband. Both had taken part in the wars
against Austria for Italian independence. They had lived some time in
Florence; and only after the occupation of Rome did they return to Nice,
where Cervi's family originated. There Orysevich gave his daughter to
his young comrade in arms. Both men found places in the bank, thanks to
relatives in Nice. All succeeded well till Cervi was killed in a
railroad accident, a few years before, and Orysevich lost his place
through old age. From that time their trouble began, for the only
capital which the three persons had to support them was sixty lires,
which the Italian government gave the old man. That was enough to keep
them from dying, but not enough to give them life. The two women earned
a little by sewing or teaching; but during summer, when life died away
in Nice, when it was impossible to earn anything, their slender supplies
were swallowed up. Two years before the old soldier had lost the use of
his legs altogether; he was frequently sick, and had to be cared for;
through this their condition grew worse and worse.
Svirski, while listening to this narrative, made note of two things.
First, that Pani Cervi did not speak as good Polish as her daughter.
Evidently the old man, in the years of his campaigning, could not devote
himself to the education of his daughter in the same degree as he had
afterward to the education of his granddaughter. But the second thing
was more important for Svirski. "This granddaughter," thought he, "being
such a beautiful girl, might, especially in Nice, on that shore where
idlers squander millions every year, keep carriages, servants, and have
a drawing-room finished in satin. But she wears a threadbare dress, and
her only ornament is a faded lily-colored ribbon. There must be some
strength which has kept her from evil. For this," said he to himself,
"two things are requisite,--pure nature and honorable traditions; there
is no doubt that I have found both."
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