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"Did you take him over the rooms?"
"Of course I did, my lady. He took various notes as he went along, and remained longer in your boudoir than in any room in the palace.
He sat down and made a drawing of it, asking me, now and then, a question as to your ladys.h.i.+p's tastes and habits."
"Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed the countess, while a painful blush overspread her face, "has he been here to see my need and hear of my privations? Can he have been the secret giver of all this magnificence?"
As the possibility that the Elector of Bavaria was her unknown benefactor, presented itself to Lucretia's mind, her humiliation grew extreme; for if these gifts were from him, they proved that he held the daughter of the n.o.ble house of Strozzi to be a creature that was to be bought with gold, without the poor pretence of one word of love.
"When came he, and what sort of looking man was he?" asked she, frowning.
"He came just after the regatta had begun, signora."
"Then, G.o.d be praised, it was not HE!" said Lucretia to herself, "for at that hour, he was with me, in Count Cornaro's gondola."
A faint knock was heard at the door, and the decorateur begged permission to enter. His coming awakened the countess from her reverie, and she hastily bade him come in, "for," said she, "it must be almost one o'clock."
"The clock on the mantel of the drawing-room has just struck eleven, your ladys.h.i.+p," replied the man, who, now that she was richly dressed, recognized the lady of the house.
"So," thought Lucretia, "I have a clock!" and she bounded off to the drawing-room to see it. Marietta followed with the chocolate, which, in the excitement of the moment, had been forgotten.
"True," said the countess. "bring me my breakfast, and let me take it here in this beautiful apartment. Who is that at the door?" added she, as Marietta went forward to open it.
"Your ladys.h.i.+p's butler," replied she. "He comes to know whether the dejeuner a la fourchette is to be served in the boudoir or in the banqueting-hall."
"Let it be in the banqueting-hall, for I may have several guests."
"The steward ordered it for one o'clock, my lady. He said that you expected some guests of distinction."
"My steward?" repeated Lucretia, smiling. "So it seems that I have an entire household. Let us go over our altered domains, Marietta."
And the two went from room to room, the femme de chambre as delighted as her mistress, until they descended as far as the kitchen. Here every thing gave evidence that the dejeuner was to be a rare one. Two cooks, in white, presided over the arrangements, and two scullions were busy carrying out the orders of the chief. They were so absorbed in their business, that they did not perceive the countess who stood in the door.
Presently from the storeroom opposite there emerged a man with baskets of bottles, which he deposited on the table, saying:
"Here is Burgundy for the Bayonne ham. The champagne, sherry, and constantia, are for the table."
The countess had now seen and heard enough. Not only was her palace fitted up, but her kitchen was in order, and her wine-cellar filled.
So she returned to the drawing-room, where she was met with the tidings that her boudoir was ready for occupation, and nothing now remained to be done, unless her ladys.h.i.+p had any alterations to suggest, or deficiencies to point out.
Her ladys.h.i.+p professed herself satisfied, and then came a moment of embarra.s.sment. "As regards the payment--"
"Oh, signora, the steward is to meet me at twelve o'clock, to arrange that matter." And with these words he took his leave.
"I ought to have followed him," thought Lucretia, "to solve this agreeable riddle, by making acquaintance with my steward. But pshaw!
I shall soon know all about it. n.o.body has made me these presents without intending to get a word of thanks for the benefaction."
She had scarcely seated herself in a new and beautiful ottoman, which had replaced her faded, rickety old couch, before a servant appeared and announced,
"Her ladys.h.i.+p's steward!"
"My ladys.h.i.+p's steward!" echoed Lucretia. "Do let us make his acquaintance."
He came in--a small, slender man, apparently young, with a pair of twinkling black eyes, and a countenance expressive of great energy.
With the air of a finished gentleman he bowed, advanced, and bowed again.
"Signor," said Hie countess, "you have been announced by a t.i.tle which I have no right to bestow upon any person living--that of my steward. Pray tell me who you are."
"Gracious countess," answered he, smiling, "I have the honor to present myself. I am the Marquis de Villars, amba.s.sador of his majesty the King of France to the court of Bavaria."
"And may I ask why, in addition to your other representative t.i.tles, you have a.s.sumed that of steward to the Countess of Canossa?"
"Because, signora, seeing that your habitation was not worthy of you, I have ventured to perform the duties of a faithful steward, by fitting it up in a manner which I hope is agreeable to the divinity at whose shrine the elector is now a wors.h.i.+pper?"
"Did the elector suggest--" began Lucretia, reddening.
"Oh no, signora; he knows nothing of the little surprise I have prepared for you. It does not concern him at all."
"Then I am to suppose that Count Canossa, having gambled away my very home, this palace has become your property, and I am here on sufferance. How long may I remain?"
"How long may you remain in your own home! Signora, all that you see has been done for you, in your own name, and I hope you will do me the honor to accept it."
"From whom?"
"You shall learn as soon as we understand each other, signora."
"Then let us come to an understanding at once, for the Countess Canossa does not receive princely gifts from strangers."
"Of course not, nor would a stranger take so unpardonable a liberty with a lady of her rank and birth. But before going further, let me a.s.sure you, signora, that you are under obligations to n.o.body for the little surprise I have prepared for you. Not in the least to me, for I am but the representative of him who begs your acceptance of it."
"You speak in riddles," said Lucretia, with a shrug. "But, at all events, I understand that this furniture, silver, and these rich dresses, are mine?"
"a.s.suredly yours, signora."
"Then let me inform you that in a week, at farthest, they will go, as they came, in the s.p.a.ce of a few hours. Count Canossa will have lost them at the gaming-table, and the palazzo will be in the same condition as it was yesterday."
"Count Canossa is powerless to touch the least portion of your property, signora."
"Powerless? How! Are you a sorcerer, and have you changed him into stone? Or have you spirited him away?"
"I have spirited him away, signora. I have persuaded him by the eloquence of gold to forsake Venice, forever. As long as he remains in Paris, he is to receive it yearly pension from the King of France."
"Gone to Paris! Pensioned by the King of France!" exclaimed Lucretia.
"Gone, signora; and, in leaving, he desired me to say to you that he hoped you would forgive all the unhappiness he had caused you since your marriage."
"Gone! Gone! Am I then free?" cried Lucretia, starting from her ottoman, and grasping the hand of the marquis.
"Yes, signora. You are free to bestow your heart on whomsoever you will. Count Canossa will never molest you more."
"Oh how I thank you! How I thank you!" replied she, her beautiful eyes filling with tears of joy. "But tell me," added she, after a short pause--"tell me, if you please, the meaning of all this providential interference with my domestic affairs?"