Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 2 (of 3)Fothergill, Jessie
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Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 2 (of 3)
Fothergill, Jessie
Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Rome (Italy) -- Fiction
‘I thought you would be at the office,’ said Minna gently at last,
going up to him and taking his hand.
‘So did I,’ he replied drearily. ‘And to-day, of all days in the year,
the poor distraction of my daily drudgery has been taken away from me.
Imagine, signora. When I arrived at the office this morning, the porter
met me with the announcement that we, the clerks, all had a holiday
without any abatement of our week’s salary.’ He laughed. ‘And for what
reason, do you suppose? Because the eldest son of the head of the firm
is to be married this morning, and is so elated at his good fortune
that he last night got his father to consent to this arrangement, and
each of us, as we arrived, received the news. Another wedding,’ pursued
Signor Giuseppe with melancholy bitterness. ‘I suppose the porter
thought me mad, for, instead of smiling and expressing my delight at
the event, I begged to be allowed to go in and proceed with my work.
“God forbid!” cried the fellow. “Do you suppose I am going to waste my
precious hours of freedom because you are fool enough to wish to work
when there is no need of it?” He flourished his keys, and I came to my
senses enough to assure him that it had only been a joke on my part. I
turned away, and after wandering about for half an hour, I could bear
it no longer, but came here. I knew you would not refuse me a corner
till the day is over, even----’
‘Surely,’ said she, ever more and more gently. ‘I am thankful you had
confidence enough in me to come here. In a few minutes the carriage
will come which will take me out of Rome for the day. You will come
with me. We will both escape.’
‘Go away,’ he said unwillingly. ‘I had not thought of that.’
‘But I think of it. It will be much the best for us both. I am going to
Villa Adriana, outside Tivoli. You are just the companion I should wish
at that place; so it is agreed.’
‘To Villa Adriana,’ he responded, with something like a smile. ‘Ah,
what a happy afternoon I once spent there with the child and one of her
young companions! That is years ago. I will go with you, signora.’
‘Yes, of course,’ said Minna, speaking much more cheerfully than she
felt. She was glad to have gained her end, and had a hope that when
they had once set off, and he was within sight of the endless remnants
of the former glory of his beloved city, he might cast off some of his
present wretchedness, and begin to be interested in the things he had
studied so deeply.
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