Volume VI Part 85 (2/2)
In point of fact this delicate flower faded and died after seven years of the severe life to which her mother had exposed her
Madame Soavi who had not taken the precaution to settle the six thousand francs on herself, lost all in losing Adelaide, and diedrolled in riches But, alas! I am not the man to reproach anyone on the score of ina I ed froer He went froery, was sent to the galleys, and there died
I was also iood family, who had once been rich This was Count Filoreat misery, deprived of the use of all his limbs by a succession of venereal coive him a few pieces of ue was the only member that continued active He was a scoundrel and a slanderer, and writhed under the thought that he could not go to Naples and torment his relations, ere in reality respectable people, but
Mada h money to rest upon her laurels She ht all her wealth to him as a dower She had with her her sister, as not rich and had no talents, but was at the sareeable
At the house Iman of modest appearance The sister seerateful and nothing ave ether, and after telling each other what brought us to Bologna we parted, agreeing to ain
The abbe, enty-four or twenty-five years old, was not in orders, and was the only son of a noble family of Novara, which was unfortunately poor as well as noble
He had a very scanty revenue, and was able to liveis dear Besides, he did not care for his relations; he had no friends, and everybody there was norant
The Abbe de Bolini, as he was called, was aa peaceful and quiet life above all things He liked lettered ain the reputation of a wit He kneas not a fool, and when he ood listener
Both tes, and he had received a sound Christian education He never talked about religion, but nothing scandalized him He seldom praised and never bla fro the passion of pretty ones more out of kindliness than love, for in his heart he considered women as more likely to make a man miserable than happy I was especially interested in this last characteristic
We had been friends for three weeks when I took the liberty of asking hiida Sabatini
He supped with her every evening, and she breakfasted with hi When I went to see him, she was either there already or came in before lance, while the abbe was kind, but, in spite of his politeness, evidently bored
Brigida looked well enough, but she was at least ten years older than the abbe She was very polite to me and did her best to convince me that the abbe was happy in the possession of her heart, and that they both enjoyed the delights of ood wine about his affection for Brigida, he sighed, smiled, blushed, looked down, and finally confessed that this connection was the misfortune of his life
”Misfortune? Does she h in vain? If so you should leave her, and thus regain your happiness”
”How can I sigh? I am not in love with her She is in love with me, and tries to make me her slave”
”How do you mean?”
”She wants me to marry her, and I promised to do so, partly from weakness, and partly from pity; and now she is in a hurry”
”I daresay; all these elderly girls are in a hurry”
”Every evening she treats me to tears, supplications, and despair She su her, so you ine that ations towards her?”
”None whatever She has violated me, so to speak, for all the advances caives her froet that”
”Have you got her with child?”