Sant' Ilario eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 497 pages of information about Sant' Ilario.

The three persons sat at their midday breakfast in the dining-room of the Palazzo Saracinesca.  After much planning and many discussions the young couple had determined to take up their abode with Giovanni’s father.  There were several reasons which had led them to this decision, but the two chief ones were that they were both devotedly attached to the old man; and secondly, that such a proceeding was strictly fitting and in accordance with the customs of Romans.  It was true that Corona, while her old husband, the Duca d’Astrardente, was alive, had grown used to having an establishment exclusively her own, and both the Saracinesca had at first feared that she would be unwilling to live in her father-in-law’s house.  Then, too, there was the Astrardente palace, which, could not lie shut up and allowed to go to ruin; but this matter was compromised advantageously by Corona’s letting it to an American millionaire who wished to spend the winter in Rome.  The rent paid was large, and Corona never could have too much money for her improvements out at Astrardente.  Old Saracinesca wished that the tenant might have been at least a diplomatist, and cursed the American by his gods, but Giovanni said that his wife had shown good sense in getting as much as she could for the palace.

“We shall not need it till Orsino grows up—­unless you marry again,” said Sant’ Ilario to his father, with a laugh.

Now, Orsino was Giovanni’s son and heir, aged, at the time of this tale, six months and a few days.  In spite of his extreme youth, however, Orsino played a great and important part in the doings of the Saracinesca household.  In the first place, he was the heir, and the old prince had been found sitting by his cradle with an expression never seen in his face since Giovanni had been a baby.  Secondly, Orsino was a very fine child, swarthy of skin, and hard as a tiger cub, yet having already his mother’s eyes, large, coal-black and bright, but deep and soft withal.  Thirdly, Orsino had a will of his own, admirably seconded by an enormous lung power.  Hot that he cried, when he wanted anything.  His baby eyes had not yet been seen to shed tears.  He merely shouted, loud and long, and thumped the sides of his cradle with his little clenched fists, or struck out straight at anybody who chanced to be within reach.  Corona rejoiced in the child, and used to say that he was like his grandfather, his father and his mother all put together.  The old prince thought that if this were true the boy would do very well; Corona was the most beautiful dark woman of her time; he himself was a sturdy, tough old man, though his hair and beard were white as snow, and Giovanni was his father’s ideal of what a man of his race should be.  The arrival of the baby Orsino had been an additional argument in favour of living together, for the child’s grandfather could not have been separated from him even by the quarter of a mile which lay between the two palaces.

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