Stories By English Authors: Italy (Selected by Scribners)
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Stories By English Authors: Italy (Selected by Scribners)
English fiction -- 19th century; Italy -- Fiction; Short stories
“No,” I answered, “he is not. Perhaps I had better say at once that if
you use personal violence I shall defend myself, in spite of your age.”
Upon this he was kind enough to relax his hold.
“And pray, sir,” he resumed, in a somewhat more temperate tone, after a
short period of reflection, “what have you to do with all this?”
“I am not bound to answer your questions, Herr Graf,” I replied; “but,
as things have turned out, I have no special objection to doing so. Out
of pure good-nature to your son, who was detained by duty in Venice
at the last moment, I consented to bring the Signorina Marinelli here
yesterday, and to await his arrival, which I am now expecting.”
“So you ran away with the girl, instead of Albrecht, did you? Ho, ho,
ho!”
I had seldom heard a more grating or disagreeable laugh.
“I did nothing of the sort,” I answered, tartly. “I simply undertook to
see her safely through the first stage of her journey.”
“And you will have the pleasure of seeing her back, I imagine; for as
for my rascal of a boy, I mean to take him off home with me as soon as
he arrives; and I can assure you that I have no intention of providing
myself with a daughter-in-law in the course of the day.”
I began to feel not a little alarmed. “You cannot have the brutality
to leave me here with a young woman whom I am scarcely so much as
acquainted with on my hands!” I ejaculated, half involuntarily. “What in
the world should I do?”
The old gentleman gave vent to a malevolent chuckle. “Upon my word,
sir,” said he, “I can only see one course open to you as a man of
honour. You must marry her yourself.”
At this I fairly lost all patience, and gave the Graf my opinion of his
conduct in terms the plainness of which left nothing to be desired.
I included him, his son, and the entire German people in one sweeping
anathema. No Englishman, I said, would have been capable of either
insulting an innocent lady, or of so basely leaving in the lurch one
whose only fault had been a too great readiness to sacrifice his own
convenience to the interests of others. My indignation lent me a flow
of words such as I should never have been able to command in calmer
moments; and I dare say I should have continued in the same strain for
an indefinite time, had I not been summarily cut short by the entrance
of a third person.
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