can it be your duty to denounce him, Wilfrid. You have quitted
that army."
"Have I? I have forfeited my rank, perhaps."
"And Angelo is not guilty of a military offence."
"He has slain one of a family that I am bound to respect."
"Certainly, certainly," said Vittoria hurriedly.
Her forehead showed distress of mind; she wanted Laura's counsel.
"Wilfrid, do you know the whole story?"
"I know that he inveigled Count Paul to his house and slew him; either he
or his brother, or both."
"I have been with him for days, Wilfrid. I believe that he would do no
dishonourable thing. He is related----".
"He is the cousin of Count Ammiani."
"Ah! would you plunge us in misery?"
"How?"
"Count Ammiani is my lover."
She uttered it unblushingly, and with tender eyes fixed on him.
"Your lover!" he exclaimed, with vile emphasis.
"He will be my husband," she murmured, while the mounting hot colour
burned at her temples.
"Changed--who is changed?" he said, in a vehement underneath. "For that
reason I am to be false to her who does me the honour to care for me!"
"I would not have you false to her in thought or deed."
"You ask me to spare this man on account of his relationship to your
lover, and though he has murdered the brother of the lady whom I esteem.
What on earth is the meaning of the petition? Really, you amaze me."
"I appeal to your generosity, Wilfrid, I am Emilia."
"Are you?"
She gave him her hand. He took it, and felt at once the limit of all that
he might claim. Dropping the hand, he said:
"Will nothing less than my ruin satisfy you? Since that night at La
Scala, I am in disgrace with my uncle; I expect at any moment to hear
that I am cashiered from the army, if not a prisoner. What is it that you
ask of me now? To conspire with you in shielding the man who has done a
mortal injury to the family of which I am almost one. Your reason must
perceive that you ask too much. I would willingly assist you in sparing
the feelings of Count Ammiani; and, believe me, gratitude is the last
thing I require to stimulate my services. You ask too much; you must see
that you ask too much."
"I do," said Vittoria. "Good-night, Wilfrid."
He was startled to find her going, and lost his equable voice in trying
to detain her. She sought relief in Laura's bosom, to whom she
recapitulated the interview.
"Is it possible," Laura said, looking at her intently, "that you do not
recognize the folly of tell
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