They brokeout into a clamorous shout when Aristide
climbed onto the box. Here they met amid oaths and laughter to engage in amutual
hunt by lantern light. But the inn near the Scalawas a good one.
I can neither lie, stand, norsit, signori. They
began to overtake one carriage afteranother and to pass them swiftly. The berlin
strained forward throughthe mud.
And that young Frenchman laughing at
him,laughing!
That will give us full daylight towards the
summit.
For that he had bought her some astonishing
costumes and jewels.
His had been, hethought, an excellent nights work.
As a Frenchman I should havemanaged it sans scandale, he assured
Anthony.
She had accepted this temporarily lessglamorous
rôle with alacrity and understanding. For stenches, moral or otherwise, Don Luis now
cared very little,however. Sophia,began to give way to more naturalistic
representations of thePassion.
Both Anthony and Vincent were glad they had given
way to impulseand taken Aristide along.
There would be one less man to haul over
themountains.
A smart, an extraordinarily handsome, little
carriage was comingdown the street. She spat at him like a lynx when he blundered
near. Yet reminders of Brother François were constantly leaping out uponhim in
Italy.
I haveseen it that way before, superbe, ravissant,
incomparable,virginal. Just then the back hood was let down by an armreaching around
out of the window. I shall soon behaving travellers driven away from the roof by its
squalls.
Here they met amid oaths and laughter to engage in
amutual hunt by lantern light. You are going to Paris, arent you, signore? They
exclaimed to each other withastonishment and delight. He had volunteered to take
whathe called les haruspices.
These mixed with some herbs in a pan were put over
the fire. All roads travelled beforeseemed to have been level. At these, no matter
what their mode, Anthony tried not tolook.
Both of them were as startled as
Anthony.
He gave himself up to being a traveller and nothing
else.
From his bench in a far corner Anthony watched the
grotesqueshadows leaping amid the rafters. His musictonight had been full, complete;
devoid of weak longings andlittle regrets.
An event, by the way, which still seemedremote to
him.
The osteria, or hôtel as it was now called, at
Duomo dOssola wasimmemorial.