The Honour of Savelli: A RomanceLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
History
The Honour of Savelli: A Romance
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Italy -- History -- 1492-1559 -- Fiction
"So, Signor' Donati, this is your answer, is it? Look to yourself,
most noble excellency, for those I serve have a long reach. There is,
however, another thing we have to settle before I go. I shall be
obliged by your paying me the sum of three crowns for rent, and other
services due to the excellent Messer Nobili."
I was overcome with shame, for I had not the money.
"You can take this furniture," I said, "it will pay my dues."
Ceci smiled grimly.
"I do not wish to be hard on you, and you know the punishment for
debt. I will take the furniture back for two pieces, although it has
deteriorated by wear and tear to the value of a florin, and you will
still owe one piece. See, signore," and he suddenly changed his tone,
"pocket your pride, as many a better man than you has done to fill his
purse. It is but a stroke of your sword we want, and here are ten gold
crowns."
"Begone!" I cried in a rage, and starting up laid my hand on my sword.
Ceci instantly drew a dagger from his girdle and faced me with the
highest courage. We stood before each other for a second, and then
with a laugh he put back his poniard.
"I will give you time," he said. "A whole week--and now leave you to
cool. Adieu, most noble excellency!"
CHAPTER IX.
THE MARZOCCO INN.
I tried every possible means I could think of to obtain employment, to
no avail, and, in the intervals of my fruitless search for work,
haunted the streets and gardens, with the hope of obtaining another
glimpse of Angiola, but without any success. Inch by inch my resources
diminished, until they became so small that a blind beggar would have
hardly thanked me for the gift of them. I lived in constant dread of
Ceci reappearing to demand the sum I owed for my rent, but he did not
come. He was evidently giving me time, starving me out to surrender to
his terms. I used to see him as I went in and out, sitting in his
office like a spider, yet he never even lifted his head as I passed. I
hated, almost feared, going by that door. Bitterly did I regret not
having left Florence when I was able. It was now impossible to do so,
unless as a defaulter, and the weight of that paltry debt oppressed
me, as if a cannon-ball were slung around my neck. I could not leave
until I paid it, and of doing this there seemed no prospect. I had
parted with my cloak for money to buy food, but the last copper of
that was gone, and I was now penniless. For two days I had not eaten
anything but a morsel of bread, and on the morning of the third day I
rose desperate with hunger, and prepared to go any lengths to satisfy
it. I ate my self-esteem and made another attempt to see La Palisse,
but was denied admittance, and when I came back I actually hesitated
before the door of Ceci's office, and almost made up my mind to yield,
and say I would do his business for him. It required an effort, so low
had I sunk, to rouse my pride. At last it flared up, and with a cheek
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