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| come from Rome to see her, and was staying for some days in the convent. This mother was so loving, she had always shewn such delicacy in her treatment of what she supposed [%y5%] to be her daughter's affections, that the latter felt [%y9%] a [%y8%] profound remorse at being obliged to deceive her; for, after [%y7%] all, would she ever dare to tell her that she was receiving the man who had robbed her of [%y8%] her son? [%y8%] Elena ended [%y3%] by [%y4%] admitting frankly to Giulio that if this mother who was so good to her should question her in a certain way, she would never have the strength to answer her with lies. Giulio was fully aware of the danger of his position; his fate depended on the chance which might [%y8%] dictate certain words to Signora de' Campireali. [%y9%] On the following night [%y7%] he said to her, with a resolute air: "To-morrow [%y6%] I shall come earlier, I shall detach one of the bars of this grating, you will come down to the garden, I shall take you to a church in the town, where a priest who is devoted to me will marry us. Before daylight you [%y7%] will be back in this garden. Once you are my wife, I shall have nothing [%y5%] more to fear, and if your mother insists upon it, as [%y5%] an expiation of the fearful misfortune [%y3%] which we all equally deplore, I [%y5%] will consent to anything, were it even that [%y5%] I must spend some months without seeing you." As [%y7%] Elena appeared terrified by this proposal, Giulio added: "The Princesummons me back to his side; [%y7%] [%y3%] honour and all sorts of reasons oblige me [%y5%] to go. my proposal is the only [%y5%] one that can [%y3%] hiure our future happiness; if you do not agree to it, let us separate for ever, here, at this moment. I [%y7%] shall leave you [%y7%] with a sense of remorse at my rashness. I trusted in your word of honour, you are unfaithful to the most sacred of oaths, and I hope that in the course of time the contempt which your fickleness rightly [%y5%] inspires in me may [%y8%] cure me of this love which has been for too long the bane of my life." Elena [%y5%] burst into tears: "Great God!" she exclaimed, weeping, "how terrible [%y5%] [%y9%] for my mother!" [%y3%] In the end, she agreed to the proposal that had been made to her. "But," she added, "some [%y7%] one may see us, [%y8%] [%y6%] going or coming; think of the scandal that would arise, consider the fearful position in which my mother would find herself placed; let us wait until she goes, which will be in a few days. " [%y8%] |
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