Part 37 (1/2)
”Did you influence her in any way, Rico?”
”She asked me my opinion and I told her I thought she should accept Egidio, if not for her own sake, then for the child's.”
”I wish you had not done that, I wish you had kept out of the affair altogether. It never does to make up people's minds for them, the time always comes when they turn on you and rend you. And in this case the responsibility is far too great--you will regret it some day, mark my words!”
”How pessimistic you are, Virginia, your name ought to be Ca.s.sandra!”
said the Doctor angrily. ”I should think that instead of blaming me you would join me in trying to secure Ragna's happiness. And you are so unjust to Egidio, I ask you, what has he ever done to give you such a poor opinion of him?”
Virginia smiled enigmatically.
”We shall see what we shall see,” she said.
Presently she rose from the table and left the room, leaving her husband to reflect on the curious ways of women. Nevertheless her reception of his news had given him a vague feeling of uneasiness which he vainly tried to shake off. Virginia was rarely mistaken in her judgment of men and things, and he generally relied on her intuition and keen perceptions. But then, what cause could there be for doubt? So far as he could see, Egidio in this at least, was the very pattern of disinterestedness and chivalry. He lacked the clue to the mystery, for Astrid had never told him as she had Valentini, of Ragna's expectations from her aunt--true he had never sought any information on the subject.
And above all, Ferrati's chief characteristic was a total inability to believe ill of anyone who had gained his affection.
Valentini came for his answer at the time appointed and found Ragna, outwardly calm, awaiting him. She was standing by the window, the shutters casting greenish reflections on her white pique gown. He noted the dark circles under her eyes, the waxiness of her skin and the weary droop of her mouth, as she came forward with outstretched hand to greet him. His glance questioned her.
”It is 'yes',” she answered with composure.
He sank to one knee and lifted her hands to his lips. Hers curled slightly at the dramatic gesture, it seemed tawdry, after the hours of agonised indecision she had pa.s.sed through, still it was better than verbal raptures. Egidio rose to his feet, and seeing that she was in no mood for demonstrative affection, had the tact to maintain a restrained friendliness of demeanour that went far towards soothing the girl and putting her at her ease. Nevertheless when he had taken his departure she was conscious of a distinct sensation of relief, and wondered at herself for it. Was this not the way of deliverance and was it not being made as easy for her as lay in the circ.u.mstances?
They had agreed as to the necessity of hastening the marriage; prolonging the actual state of affairs could be of no possible advantage, and Ragna herself, now that she had made up her mind, was eager to bring the thing to its logical conclusion without further delay. Valentini's motives are readily devinable.
”I have her!” he chuckled as he ran down the stairs, swinging his cane jauntily, ”she can't draw back now--and she would not if she could, she is not the kind that breaks promises.”
The banns were published at once at the Palazzo Vecchio, and as Ragna was of age there was no difficulty to be antic.i.p.ated. They had agreed to forgo the religious marriage, Egidio being a fervent son of the Church only when it suited his convenience so to appear, and Ragna, imbued with her philosophical studies, attaching no importance to the, to her, empty ceremony. Having the civil wedding alone would also avoid the delay and expense occasioned by a mixed marriage.
She had decided not to write to her relations in time for any remonstrance to reach her before the _fait accompli_ should render any such interference obviously useless. ”Since I have decided on this step,” she reasoned, ”why do anything to make it more difficult? They cannot understand why I am doing it--they never can know; they will think I have gone out of my mind.”
To those about her she showed an impa.s.sive face, and even the sympathetic questionings of Dr. Ferrati were unsuccessful in eliciting a response.
”It is as though you had built a stone wall about yourself--you have become a Sister of the Murate,” he complained to her one day.
She smiled in answer.
”I do feel rather frozen; perhaps being the Signora Valentini will thaw me out.”
”I hope so, I feel as though I had lost my little friend.”
Ragna had, as it were, shut Ferrati out of the more intimate part of her personality, for the time being--indeed she had shut herself out, living on the surface, occupying her thoughts with the details of her simple preparations. She did not wish to dwell on the confused, apprehensive state of her feelings, and above all wished to hide that state from the eyes of her kind friend, so delighted at the prospect of this unhoped for escape from the difficulties of her situation. He, on his part, had tried to put away from him Virginia's insidious suggestions, but they would return at times in spite of him. To set his conscience entirely at rest he desired to penetrate the girl's thoughts and feelings with regard to Valentini and their approaching union or to have a conversation with Valentini himself, but to all his tentative questions Ragna opposed an impenetrable mask of reserve, answering superficially or turning the question. And never before had Egidio been so elusive; the Doctor found it impossible to obtain more than the most casual exchange of greetings with him. It was always,
”_Ciao_, old man! I shall come to see you some day soon. I am in a fearful hurry to-day, I had no idea that getting married was such hard work!”
Virginia herself called on Ragna soon after the announcement of the engagement. To her keen eyes the girl seemed thin, feverish, as though hara.s.sed by unwelcome thoughts and doing her best to evade them. She sat down by Ragna's side on the shabby sofa, and took a listless hand between her own.
”Now tell me, dear, how it all came about, won't you? I was never so surprised in my life as when Rico told me.”
”Why should you be surprised? Though, of course, it is surprising that anyone should wish to marry me. Oh, I quite understand that!” The girl's voice was bitter.