The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of LuccaHewlett, Maurice
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The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca
Hewlett, Maurice
Historical fiction
"Beware," he said, "of that little parasite. You have a dangerous liking
for female society, as I have told you before. Of your two intimacies, I
much prefer that of Donna Aurelia for you. There, now, is a girl
naturaliter Christiana--but that is characteristic of her nation: the
elect city of Mary, indeed, as the pious Gigli has observed in a large
volume. Come," he said suddenly, "come, Francis, I will take you to see
Donna Aurelia this moment. There shall be no drawbacks to our mutual
affection. What do you say?"
I stammered my thanks, shed tears and kissed my director's hands. The
acts of the next half-hour were done to a wild and piercing music. I
could scarcely breathe, let alone think or speak. I was swept along the
streets, I achieved the portal, I achieved the parlour. Pictures of
saints, wholly Sienese, reeled from the walls: a great white crucifix
dipped and dazzled. Father Carnesecchi, after a time of shrill suspense,
came in to fetch me, took me tottering up the stairs. My heart stood
still; but the door was open. I blundered in, I saw her again--her
lovely childish head, her innocent smile, her melting eyes, her colour
of pale rose, her bounty, her fragrance, her exquisite, mysterious
charm! Blushes made her divine; she curtseyed deeply to me; I fell upon
my knee; and Count Giraldi rose from his seat and performed a graceful
salute.
She told me that she freely forgave me an indiscretion natural to my
youth and position, whose consequences, moreover, could not have been
foreseen by either of us. She said that she was about to return to her
husband, who would probably come to Florence to meet her--and she added
that she hoped I should resume my studies at the university, and in
serious preparation for the future obliterate all traces of the past. At
these words, which I am inclined to fancy had been got by rote, she
sighed and looked down. I promised her entire obedience in every
particular, and growing bolder by her timidity, said that, with the
doctor's permission, I should wait upon her at her convenience. Aurelia
pressed me to come; and then told me that, thanks to the benevolence of
Donna Giulia conveyed to her by the excellency of Count Giraldi, my
visit might be made at the Villa San Giorgio at her ladyship's next
reception. "I believe, Don Francis, that you know the way thither," she
said. Very much affected, I kissed her hand again, and Father
Carnesecchi, suggesting that she might be fatigued, took me away. My
next visit to her was paid at the Villa San Giorgio, and on that
occasion I saw her alone. Count Giraldi was, in fact, at that very hour,
engaged with Virginia in my lodgings.
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