The little gentleman's coat-lappet was decorated with an enormous bouquet and his neck encased in a voluminous white handkerchief of the fashion of thirty years ago.His arms were folded, and he was surveying the scene with contracted eyelids, through which you saw the glitter of his intensely dark, vivacious pupil.
He immediately embarked on an elaborate apology for not having yet manifested, as he felt it, his sense of the honor Rowland had done him.
"I am always on service with these ladies, you see," he explained, "and that is a duty to which one would not willingly be faithless for an instant.""Evidently," said Rowland, "you are a very devoted friend.
Mrs.Light, in her situation, is very happy in having you.""We are old friends," said the Cavaliere, gravely."Old friends.
I knew the signora many years ago, when she was the prettiest woman in Rome--or rather in Ancona, which is even better.
The beautiful Christina, now, is perhaps the most beautiful young girl in Europe!""Very likely," said Rowland.
"Very well, sir, I taught her to read; I guided her little hands to touch the piano keys." And at these faded memories, the Cavaliere's eyes glittered more brightly.Rowland half expected him to proceed, with a little flash of long-repressed passion, "And now--and now, sir, they treat me as you observed the other day!"But the Cavaliere only looked out at him keenly from among his wrinkles, and seemed to say, with all the vividness of the Italian glance, "Oh, I say nothing more.I am not so shallow as to complain!"Evidently the Cavaliere was not shallow, and Rowland repeated respectfully, "You are a devoted friend.""That 's very true.I am a devoted friend.A man may do himself justice, after twenty years!"Rowland, after a pause, made some remark about the beauty of the ball.
It was very brilliant.
"Stupendous!" said the Cavaliere, solemnly."It is a great day.
We have four Roman princes, to say nothing of others." And he counted them over on his fingers and held up his hand triumphantly.
"And there she stands, the girl to whom I--I, Giuseppe Giacosa--taught her alphabet and her piano-scales; there she stands in her incomparable beauty, and Roman princes come and bow to her.
Here, in his corner, her old master permits himself to be proud.""It is very friendly of him," said Rowland, smiling.
The Cavaliere contracted his lids a little more and gave another keen glance."It is very natural, signore.The Christina is a good girl; she remembers my little services.But here comes,"he added in a moment, "the young Prince of the Fine Arts.
I am sure he has bowed lowest of all."
Rowland looked round and saw Roderick moving slowly across the room and casting about him his usual luminous, unshrinking looks.
He presently joined them, nodded familiarly to the Cavaliere, and immediately demanded of Rowland, "Have you seen her?""I have seen Miss Light," said Rowland."She 's magnificent.""I 'm half crazy!" cried Roderick; so loud that several persons turned round.
Rowland saw that he was flushed, and laid his hand on his arm.
Roderick was trembling."If you will go away," Rowland said instantly, "I will go with you.""Go away?" cried Roderick, almost angrily."I intend to dance with her!"The Cavaliere had been watching him attentively; he gently laid his hand on his other arm."Softly, softly, dear young man," he said.
"Let me speak to you as a friend."
"Oh, speak even as an enemy and I shall not mind it,"Roderick answered, frowning.
"Be very reasonable, then, and go away."
"Why the deuce should I go away?"
"Because you are in love," said the Cavaliere.
"I might as well be in love here as in the streets.""Carry your love as far as possible from Christina.
She will not listen to you--she can't."
"She 'can't'?" demanded Roderick."She is not a person of whom you may say that.She can if she will; she does as she chooses.""Up to a certain point.It would take too long to explain; I only beg you to believe that if you continue to love Miss Light you will be very unhappy.
Have you a princely title? have you a princely fortune? Otherwise you can never have her."And the Cavaliere folded his arms again, like a man who has done his duty.
Roderick wiped his forehead and looked askance at Rowland; he seemed to be guessing his thoughts and they made him blush a little.
But he smiled blandly, and addressing the Cavaliere, "I 'm much obliged to you for the information," he said."Now that I have obtained it, let me tell you that I am no more in love with Miss Light than you are.
Mr.Mallet knows that.I admire her--yes, profoundly.But that 's no one's business but my own, and though I have, as you say, neither a princely title nor a princely fortune, I mean to suffer neither those advantages nor those who possess them to diminish my right.""If you are not in love, my dear young man," said the Cavaliere, with his hand on his heart and an apologetic smile, "so much the better.
But let me entreat you, as an affectionate friend, to keep a watch on your emotions.You are young, you are handsome, you have a brilliant genius and a generous heart, but--I may say it almost with authority--Christina is not for you!"
Whether Roderick was in love or not, he was nettled by what apparently seemed to him an obtrusive negation of an inspiring possibility.
"You speak as if she had made her choice!" he cried.
"Without pretending to confidential information on the subject, I am sure she has not.""No, but she must make it soon," said the Cavaliere.
And raising his forefinger, he laid it against his under lip.
"She must choose a name and a fortune--and she will!""She will do exactly as her inclination prompts!
She will marry the man who pleases her, if he has n't a dollar!
I know her better than you."
The Cavaliere turned a little paler than usual, and smiled more urbanely.
"No, no, my dear young man, you do not know her better than I.You have not watched her, day by day, for twenty years.I too have admired her.
