The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Henri had never loved. Much ephemeral gallantry, and many easy
conquests, which soon passed away, had occupied his time without
touching his heart, and this was his situation when for the first time
he saw the White Rose of Sorrento. As we have said, he became sick at
the terrible surgical operation. He did not revive until all was over.
The unfortunate Tonio had been placed in one of the rooms of the
doctor's house, and the latter declared, that in consideration of the
importance of the case, he would himself attend to the patient, and
would not leave him until he should have been completely restored,
unless, added he, death should remove the responsibility. The Marquis
being satisfied that the savior of Aminta would not be neglected,
hurried with the doctor to Madame Rovero's villa. Nothing could be more
simple and charming, and nothing in Italy had struck him so forcibly.
The very look of the house told how happy were its inhabitants. At the
extremity of Sorrento, it was surrounded by large trees, and winter
seemed never to inflict any severity upon it.
An old servant admitted the strangers. He recognized Maulear, for he had
been with Madame when she recovered her daughter.
"Madame expects you, gentlemen," said he, when he saw the young Marquis
and the Doctor. "I will accompany you to the room." He went before them
to a pretty room on the ground floor, where he left them a short time.
Maulear carefully examined it. All betokened elegant tastes in its
occupants. In the middle was an elegant grand piano of Vienna; on the
desk the Don Giovanna of Mozart; and on a pedestal near the window an
exquisite model of Tasso's house. A round table of Florentine
workmanship, of immense value, stood near one side of the apartment. The
valuable Mosaics were, however, hidden by a collection of albums,
keepsakes, and engravings. There were also on it vases of alabaster,
filled with perfumed flowers, and the whole room was lit up by the rays
of the setting sun, the brilliancy of which were softened as they passed
across the park. Madame Rovero entered with a servant. "Take the
Doctor," said she, "to my daughter's room, whither I will come
immediately. You, sir," said she, pointing Maulear to a chair, "will
please to tell me for what I am your debtor. I am sure your claims are
large." He gave Madame Rovero a detailed account of what had happened
since he met Aminta in the grotto, until the cruel devotion of Tonio.
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