"Saints of heaven!" cried Gerard, "what is amiss? what has she done?""She knows right well.'Tis not the first time.The nasty toad!
I'll learn her to come to me stinking of the musk-cat.""Alas! Signora, 'twas a small fault, methinks.""A small fault? Nay, 'twas a foul fault." She added with an amazing sudden descent to humility and sweetness, "Are you wroth with me for beating her, Gerar-do?""Signora, it ill becomes me to school you; but methinks such as Heaven appoints to govern others should govern themselves.""That is true, Gerardo.How wise you are, to be so young." She then called the other maid, and gave her a little purse."Take that to Floretta, and tell her 'the Gerardo' hath interceded for her; and so I must needs forgive her.There, Gerardo."Gerard coloured all over at the compliment; but not knowing how to turn a phrase equal to the occasion, asked her if he should resume her picture.
"Not yet; beating that hussy hath somewhat breathed me.I'll sit awhile, and you shall talk to me.I know you can talk, an it pleases you, as rarely as you draw.""That were easily done.
"Do it then, Gerardo."
Gerard was taken aback.
"But, signora, I know not what to say.This is sudden.""Say your real mind.Say you wish you were anywhere but here.""Nay, signora, that would not be sooth.I wish one thing though.""Ay, and what is that?" said she gently.
"I wish I could have drawn you as you were beating that poor lass.
You were awful, yet lovely.Oh, what a subject for a Pythoness!""Alas! he thinks but of his art.And why keep such a coil about my beauty, Gerardo? You are far fairer than I am.You are more like Apollo than I to Venus.Also, you have lovely hair and lovely eyes - but you know not what to do with them.""Ay, do I.To draw you, signora."
"Ah, yes; you can see my features with them; but you cannot see what any Roman gallant had seen long ago in your place.Yet sure you must have noted how welcome you are to me, Gerardo?""I can see your highness is always passing kind to me; a poor stranger like me.""No, I am not, Gerardo.I have often been cold to you; rude sometimes; and you are so ****** you see not the cause.Alas! Ifeared for my own heart.I feared to be your slave.I who have hitherto made slaves.Ah! Gerardo, I am unhappy.Ever since you came here I have lived upon your visits.The day you are to come Iam bright.The other days I am listless, and wish them fled.You are not like the Roman gallants.You make me hate them.You are ten times braver to my eye; and you are wise and scholarly, and never flatter and lie.I scorn a man that lies.Gerar-do, teach me thy magic; teach me to make thee as happy by my side as I am still by thine."As she poured out these strange words, the princess's mellow voice sunk almost to a whisper, and trembled with half-suppressed passion, and her white hand stole timidly yet earnestly down Gerard's arm, till it rested like a soft bird upon his wrist, and as ready to fly away at a word.
Destitute of vanity and experience, wrapped up in his Margaret and his art, Gerard had not seen this revelation coming, though it had come by regular and visible gradations.
He blushed all over.His innocent admiration of the regal beauty that besieged him, did not for a moment displace the absent Margaret's image.Yet it was regal beauty, and wooing with a grace and tenderness he had never even figured in imagination.How to check her without wounding her?
He blushed and trembled.
The siren saw, and encouraged him.
"Poor Gerardo," she murmured, "fear not; none shall ever harm thee under my wing.Wilt not speak to me, Gerar-do mio?""Signora!" muttered Gerard deprecatingly.
At this moment his eye, lowered in his confusion, fell on the shapely white arm and delicate hand that curled round his elbow like a tender vine, and it flashed across him how he had just seen that lovely limb employed on Floretta.
He trembled and blushed.
"Alas!" said the princess, "I scare him.Am I then so very terrible? Is it my Roman robe? I'll doff it, and habit me as when thou first camest to me.Mindest thou? 'Twas to write a letter to yon barren knight Ercole d'Orsini.Shall I tell thee? 'twas the sight of thee, and thy pretty ways, and thy wise words, made me hate him on the instant.I liked the fool well enough before; or wist I liked him.Tell me now how many times hast thou been here since then.Ah! thou knowest not; lovest me not, I doubt, as Ilove thee.Eighteen times, Gerardo.And each time dearer to me.
The day thou comest not 'tis night, not day, to Claelia.Alas! Ispeak for both.Cruel boy, am I not worth a word? Hast every day a princess at thy feet? Nay, prithee, prithee, speak to me, Gerar-do.""Signora," faltered Gerard, "what can I say, that were not better left unsaid? Oh, evil day that ever I came here.""Ah! say not so.'Twas the brightest day ever shone on me or indeed on thee.I'll make thee confess so much ere long, ungrateful one.""Your highness," began Gerard, in a low, pleading voice.
"Call me Claelia, Gerar-do."
"Signora, I am too young and too little wise to know how I ought to speak to you, so as not to seem blind nor yet ungrateful.But this I know, I were both naught and ungrateful, and the worst foe e'er you had, did I take advantage of this mad fancy.Sure some ill spirit hath had leave to afflict you withal.For 'tis all unnatural that a princess adorned with every grace should abase her affections on a churl."The princess withdrew her hand slowly from Gerard's wrist.
Yet as it passed lightly over his arm it seemed to linger a moment at parting.
"You fear the daggers of my kinsmen," said she, half sadly, half contemptuously.
"No more than I fear the bodkins of your women," said Gerard haughtily."But I fear God and the saints, and my own conscience.""The truth, Gerardo, the truth! Hypocrisy sits awkwardly on thee.
Princesses, while they are young, are not despised for love of God, but of some other woman.Tell me whom thou lovest; and if she is worthy thee I will forgive thee.""No she in Italy, upon my soul."
