Part 62 (1/2)
”Not a word, Carlo: hasten to the wood, if you love me.” And the violet-coloured domino forced his way into the crowd which filled the hall.
”Now for my journey to Pisa,” said I. ”Here I am, implicated in high treason, perhaps, in consequence of my putting on a sky-blue domino.
Well, there's no help for it.”
In a few minutes I had gained the narrow avenue, and having pursued it about fifty yards, perceived the glaring eyes of the crouched negro. By the starlight, I could just distinguish that he had a basket, or something like one, before him.
”What do you come for, Signor?” said the negro, rising on his feet.
”For what has been placed under your charge; here is the ring of your master.”
The negro put his fingers to the ring and felt it, that he might recognise it by its size and shape.
”Here it is, Signor,” said he, lifting up the basket gently, and putting it into my arms. It was not heavy, although somewhat c.u.mbrous from its size.
”Hark! Signor, there is confusion in the palazzo. You must be quick, and I must not be seen with you.” And away darted the negro like lightning through the bushes.
I also hastened away with the basket (contents unknown), for it appeared to me that affairs were coming to a crisis. I heard people running different ways, and voices approaching me. When I emerged from the narrow avenue, I perceived several figures coming down the dark walk at a rapid pace, and, seized with a sort of panic, I took to my heels. I soon found that they were in pursuit, and I increased my speed. In the gloom of the night, I unfortunately tripped over a stone, and fell with the basket to the ground; and then the screams from within informed me that the treasure intrusted to my safe keeping was a child. Fearful that it was hurt, and forgetting, for the time, the danger of being captured, I opened the lid, and examined its limbs, while I tried to pacify it; and while I was sitting down in my sky-blue domino, thus occupied in hus.h.i.+ng a baby, I was seized by both shoulders, and found myself a prisoner.
”What is the meaning of this rudeness, Signors?” said I, hardly knowing what to say.
”You are arrested by order of the Grand Duke,” was the reply.
”I am arrested!--why?--I am an Englishman!”
”That makes no difference; the orders are to arrest all found in the garden in sky-blue dominos.”
”Confound the sky-blue domino!” thought I, for the twentieth time at least. ”Well, Signors, I will attend you; but first let me try to pacify this poor frightened infant.”
”Strange that he should be found running away with a child at the same time that the Lady Viola has disappeared!” observed one of my captors.
”You are right, Signors,” replied I; ”it is very strange; and what is more strange is, that I can no more explain it than you can. I am now ready to accompany you. Oblige me by one of you carrying the basket while I take care of the infant.”
In a few minutes we had arrived at the palazzo. I had retained my mask, and I was conducted through the crowd into the saloon into which I had previously entered when I delivered the packet to the Grand Duke.
”There he is! there he is!” was buzzed through the crowd in the hall.
”Holy Virgin! he has a child in his arms! _Bambino Bellissimo!_” Such were the exclamations of wonder and surprise as they made a lane for my pa.s.sage, and I was in the presence of the Grand Duke, who appeared to be in a state of great excitement.
”It is the same person!” exclaimed the Duke. ”Confess! are you not the party who put a packet into my hands about a quarter of an hour since?”
”I am the person, your Highness,” replied I, as I patted and soothed the frightened child.
”Who gave it to you?”
”May it please your Highness, I do not know.”
”What child is that?”
”May it please your Highness, I do not know.”