The Daughter of an Empress - Page 550/584

He looked at her with a fixed and searching gaze, and she cast not down

her eyes before that penetrating and interrogating glance, but met it

directly with clear and innocent eyes.

"Yes, I will love him as a brother!" she said.

"One more thing, and then let us part!" said Paulo. "Marianne is honest

and true--let her never leave you. I have amply provided her with funds

for the necessary expenses for the next six months, and I hope long

before the expiration of that time to send a further supply. If I do

not, then conclude that I am dead, for only with my life can I be robbed

of the sweet duty of caring for you! And now let me go to Carlo!"

Slightly nodding to her, he hastily left the room.

At that moment Carlo mounted the steps leading to the door of the villa.

Paulo met him with a hearty greeting.

"Let us go down into the garden," said he, "I have many things to say to

you."

The two men remained a long time in the garden. Natalie, standing at the

window, occasionally saw them, arm in arm, at some turning of the walks,

and then they would again disappear as they pursued their way in earnest

conversation. Strange thoughts flitted through the soul of the young

maiden, and when she saw the two thus wandering, arm in arm, she

thoughtfully asked herself: "Which is it, then, that I most love? Is it

Carlo, is it Paulo?"

"I now understand you perfectly," said Count Paulo, as they again

approached the house after a long and earnest conversation. "Yes, it

seems to me I know you as myself, and know I can confide in you. You

have perfectly tranquillized me, and I thank you for your confidence.

It was then Corilla, that vain improvisatrice, who would have destroyed

her? That is consoling, and I can now depart with a lighter heart.

Against such attacks you will be able to protect her."

"I will protect her against every attack," responded Carlo. "You have my

oath that the secret you have confided to me shall be held sacred, and

you have thereby secured her from every outbreak of my passion. She

stands so high above me that I can only adore her as my saint, can love

her only as one loves the unattainable stars!"