Having settled us on the _canapé_—a very large sofa covered with green
and scarlet checks—and provided us with rosolio and cakes to keep us
good, all the ladies disappeared together. The men were buzzing around
the Marchese, who, like the lover of horses he was, insisted on seeing
the animals housed and fed; then a kind of electric thrill ran through
the house, the Signora and her daughters came to fetch us from the
salone, and everybody moved towards the dining-room. I was a little
surprised to see so few seats at the table, which was covered with
every kind of dainty and very prettily arranged; but the matter was
explained, when it became evident that the ladies of the family were to
wait upon us and their own men in approved feudal fashion.
I say “ladies” advisedly, for these were people as far removed from the
peasant class as they considered themselves from that of the Marchese.
They had never worn the costume of the contadine; they belonged to
the great respectable middle class from which most of the professions
are supplied; both men and women spoke without a trace of dialect, and
their manners were perfect—but then, thank Heaven, Italy is the natural
home of good manners! I shall never forget the gentle, unobtrusive
sweetness of those women as they moved about in perfect silence,
in their black Sunday frocks and little bits of ancient jewellery,
attending to all our wants so carefully and deftly, but refusing to
take any part in the conversation. That was not what was expected of
them!
The long, elaborate feast had gone from _ante-pasto_ and vermouth
right through to the sweets; my girl friend and I looked at each other
questioningly. We were growing fidgety and wondered who was to give the
signal to rise, since we were the only women at the table—when, to our
dismay and despair, the whole meal began all over again! Course after
course, in regular sequence, we had to sit it through and pretend to
taste the new varieties of fish, flesh, and fowl which came in a steady
stream from the kitchen. It was like some crazy dream!
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