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

A profound student of human nature would have seen that a mere return to the habit of pleasant intercourse could not suffice to forge afresh such a bond as had been broken, where two such persons were concerned.  Something more was necessary.  It was indispensable that some new force should come into play, to soften Corona’s strong nature and to show Giovanni in his true light.  Unfortunately for them such a happy conclusion was scarcely to be expected.  Even if the question of the Saracinesca property were decided against them, an issue which, at such a time, was far from certain, they would still be rich.  Poverty might have drawn them together again, but they could not be financially ruined.  Corona would have all her own fortune, while Giovanni was more than well provided for by what his mother had left him.  The blow would tell far more heavily upon Giovanni’s pride than upon his worldly wealth, severe as the loss must be in respect of the latter.  It is impossible to say whether Corona might not have suffered as much as Giovanni himself, had the prospect of such a catastrophe presented itself a few weeks earlier.  At present it affected her very little.  The very name of Saracinesca was disagreeable to her hearing, and the house she lived in had lost all its old charm for her.  She would willingly have left Rome to travel for a year or two rather than continue to inhabit a place so full of painful recollections; she would gladly have seen another name upon the cards she left at her friends’ houses—­even the once detested name of Astrardente.  When she had married Giovanni she had not been conscious that she became richer than before.  When one had everything, what difference could a few millions more bring into life?  It was almost a pity that they could not become poor and be obliged to bear together the struggles and privations of poverty.

CHAPTER XVII.

San Giacinto and Flavia were married on Saturday the thirtieth of November, thereby avoiding the necessity of paying a fee for being united during Advent, much to the satisfaction of Prince Montevarchi.  The wedding was a brilliant affair, and if the old prince’s hospitality left something to be desired, the display of liveries, coaches and family silver was altogether worthy of so auspicious an occasion.  Everybody was asked, and almost everybody went, from the Saracinesca to Anastase Gouache, from Valdarno to Arnoldo Meschini.  Even Spicca was there, as melancholy as usual, but evidently interested in the proceedings.  He chanced to find himself next to Gouache in the crowd.

“I did not expect to see you here,” he remarked.

“I have been preserved from a variety of dangers in order to assist at the ceremony,” answered the Zouave, with a laugh.  “At one time I thought it more likely that I should be the person of importance at a funeral.”

“So did I. However, it could not be helped.”  Spicca did not smile.

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