Americans -- Italy -- Fiction; Rome (Italy) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction
characterize the aristocracy.
It was this woman then whom we confronted when we returned at midnight
for our third engagement that day in the old palace. Supper was served
in a larger, brighter apartment than I had yet seen. As I entered the
huge doorway my eyes fell upon a strange figure that I knew at once must
be a Cabalist. A short, dark, ugly woman, holding a cane between her
knees was staring at me with magnificent fierce eyes. With the bodiced
dress and eagle's head I became aware of her jewels, seven huge lumpy
amethysts strung about her neck on a golden rope. I was presented to
this witch who at once, and by the blackest art, made one like her. On
hearing that Blair was leaving Rome shortly she centered her attention
on me.
For a moment she sat before me, sliding the end of her stick nervously
about on the floor, drawing in her upper lip, and gazing hard into my
eyes. She asked me my age. I was twenty-five.
I am the Duchess d'Aquilanera, she began. What language shall we speak?
I think we will talk English. I do not talk it good, but we must be
plain. It must be so you must understand me quite perfectly. I am a
great friend of Miss Grier. I have often talked over with her a great
problem--a sorrow, my young friend--that is in my home. Suddenly tonight
at seven o'clock she call me up on the telephone and told me she have
found someone who could help me: she mean you. Now listen: I have a son
of sixteen. He is important because he is somebody. How you say?--he is
a personage. We are of a very old house. Our family has been in the
front of Italy, everyone in her triumph and in her trouble. You are not
sympathetic to that kind of greatness in America, not? But you must have
read history, no? ancient times and the middle times and like that? You
must realize how important the great families are ... have always been
to ... countries ...
(Here she grew nervous, and blew several bubbles and expended herself in
those splendid Italian gestures denoting difficulty, perhaps futility,
and resignation before the impossible. I hastened to assure her that I
had great respect for the aristocratic principle.)
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