- How can I obey? - Said Don Rodrigo, standing trees in the middle of the room. The sound of the words was that, but the way in which they were uttered, he wanted to speak clearly: whoever looks after you sit down, weigh the words, and hurry. To give courage to our
between Christopher, there was more expeditious and safest way, taking with an arrogant way. He who was suspended, looking for words, and sliding your fingers between the Hail Marys that took the crown at the waist, as if some one of those hoping to find his debut, at which Don Rodrigo do, be felt immediately on lips more words needed. But thinking about what mattered not to spoil her, or what was much more, the facts of another, corrected and moderated the sentences that were presented to the mind, and said with cautious humility - I come to propose an act of justice, to beg for charity. Cert'uomini of bad business have put forward the name of your illustrious Lordship, to frighten a poor curate, and prevent him from accomplishing his duty, and to overwhelm two innocents. You can, with a word, confound those, return to right his strength, and raise those to whom it made such a cruel violence. He can, and being able to ... conscience, honor ...
- You speak to me of my consciousness when I come to confess to her. As for my honor, to know that the caretaker will I am, and I alone, and that anyone who dares to come apart with me this treatment, I regard as the rash that hurts. Among
Christopher warned by these words that the gentleman was trying to pull at its worst, to turn the speech in dispute, and not give place to come to the close, the more committed himself to suffering, resolved to swallow whatever he liked another to say, and replied immediately, with a subdued tone: - if I said something that displeased, was certainly against my intention. Correct me well, I resume, if I can not speak as we ought: but worthy listen. For heaven's sake, for that God, before whom all must we appear ... - And so saying, he took between his fingers, and put before the eyes of his frowning listener the skulls of wood attached to his crown - s'ostini not so easy to deny justice, and thus due to de 'beggars. Do you think God has his eyes on them, and their screams, their cries are heard there. Innocence is its powerful ...
- Oh, Father! - An abrupt Don Rodrigo - respect which I bear to her dress is great, but if anything could make me forget, it would be the one who dared to wear to come to me in the light house.
This word made him the flames on the face of the friar, who, however, with the countenance of those who swallow a very bitter medicine, continued: - she does not believe that such a title I will pay. She feels in her heart, that the passage now here I kr, is neither cowardly nor contemptible. Listen to me, Senor Don Rodrigo, and heaven forbid that it is not a day that he regretted not listening to me. Do not want to put her glory ... What glory, Don Rodrigo! What glory before men! And before God! You can do a lot here, but ...
- Do you know, - said Don Rodrigo, breaking with istizza, but not without a shudder, - do you know that when I get the schiribizzo to hear a sermon, I know go to church, like the others? But in my house! Oh! - And continued, with a forced smile of mockery: - she is more than what they are. The preacher in the house! That the principles have not.
- And the God account in applying the principles of word that makes them feel in their holds, that God is now using a piece of mercy, sent his minister, unworthy and miserable, but his minister, to pray for the innocent ...
- In sum, father - said Don Rodrigo, by act of leaving, - I do not know what she wants to say, I do not understand anything except that there must be some girl that would like very much. Go and make her confidences to those who like, and do not take freedom of bother as long as a gentleman. The move itself
Don Rodrigo, our brother had put him in front, but with great respect, and, lifting up his hands as if to beg and to hold him to a point, said again: - I would like to, it is true, but no more than her, are two souls, one and another, preassembled me more than my blood. Don Rodrigo! I can not do anything for her, pray to God, but I will do well to heart. Do not tell me no I do not want to take the anguish and terror in a poor innocent. A word she can do everything.
- Well, - said Don Rodrigo, - because she believes that I can do a lot to this person because this person is so close to the heart ...
- Well? - Eagerly resumed his father Christopher, to which the act and the attitude of Don Rodrigo was not possible to abandon the hope that seemed to proclaim those words.
- Well, the advice to come and put themselves under my protection. Do not miss the most nothing and no one dare of worry, or I am not a knight. A
such a proposal, the indignation of the monk, barely restrained till then, overflowed. All these 'good intentions of prudence and patience went up in smoke: the old man found himself in agreement with the new, and, in this' case, between Christopher really worth for two.
- Your protection! - He cried, giving back two steps, follow-up business on the right foot, putting his right hip, raising his left index finger toward the Don Rodrigo, and planted in two eyes inflamed face: - your protection! You better have said so, that you have made me such a proposal. You have reached its limit and there I fear most.
- How you talk, brother? ...
- I speak as one speaks to those who are abandoned by God, and can no longer afraid. Your protection! I knew that one innocent person is under the protection of God but you, you hear me do it now, with so much certainty, that I no longer need to tell you about respect. Lucia, I say: you see how I pronounce this name, with a high forehead, and eyes still.
- What! ... in this house!
- I have compassion on the house, the curse is on hold. You shall see the justice of God will have about four stones, and suggezione four minions. You believed that God made a creature in his image, to give you the pleasure of tormenting her! You believed that God would not be able to defend it! You have dishonored your opinion! Have you tried. The heart of Pharaoh was hardened as yours; and God was able to break it. Lucia is safe from you: let me tell you poor monk, and as for you, I feel good that I promise. There will come a day ...
Don Rodrigo had hitherto remained between anger and astonishment, astonished, could not find words, but when he heard sing a prediction s'aggiunse to anger a distant and mysterious fear.
quickly grabbed his hand threateningly in the air, and, raising his voice, to truncate dell'infausto prophet, cried: - escimi between the 'foot, reckless villain, hooded chairs. These words
so clear quieted in a moment his father Christopher. The idea of \u200b\u200boverwork and peasants, was in his mind, so good, and for a long time, associated the idea of \u200b\u200bsuffering and silence, which, at this compliment, he dropped any spirit of anger and enthusiasm , and left with no other resolution than that of quietly hear what Don Rodrigo liked to add. Waves, quietly withdrew his hand from the claws of a gentleman, he lowered his head and stood still, like, the fall of the wind, the stronger the storm, a tree shook its branches back together naturally, and receives the hail as the heaven sends.
- Villano rincivilito! - Don Rodrigo continued: - you learned from your par. But thanks the robe that covers you Codest behind scoundrel, and saves you from strokes that are made to 'your peers, to teach them to speak. Quit with your legs, this time, and we'll see. So saying, he pointed with disdainful empire, a door in the face of that for which they had entered, Christopher's father bowed his head, and went off, leaving Don Rodrigo to measure, steps infuriated the battlefield.
When the monk had locked the door behind him, he saw in the other room where he entered, a man to retreat slowly, crawling the wall, as if to avoid being seen by the interview room, and recognized the old servant who had come to receive the front door. This man was in that house, maybe forty years, that is, before he was born Don Rodrigo; entratovi the service of his father, who was a whole other thing. He died, his new master, giving eviction for the whole family, and making new brigade, had not felt that servant, and to be an old man, and why, although a maximum of costume and completely different from his, however, compensated for this defect with two qualities: a high opinion of the dignity of the house, and a great practice of ceremonial, of which he knew, better than any other, the most ancient traditions, and the most minute details. In the face of the lord, the old man would never have dared mention of, let alone to express his disapproval of what he saw everything the day: it was just an exclamation, some reproach in his teeth to 'his colleagues in service, which he laughed, and took pleasure indeed sometimes to touch that button, to make him say more than he wanted, and hear sung the praises of the ancient way of life in that house. His complaints did not reach the ears of the master of laughter accompanied by the story that if n'eran made, So that they could for him as a subject of ridicule, without resentment. Ne 'days and then the invitation is received, the old man became a serious character and importance.
Christopher's father looked at him, passing him, and then continued on his way, but the old man approached the mysteriously put his finger to his mouth, and then, with the same finger, beckoned to him, inviting him to enter with him into a dark corridor. When they were there, he said sotto voce: - Father, I have heard it all, and I need to talk to her.
- Speak soon, my good man.
- Not here God help us if the owner perceives ... But I know many things and I will be tomorrow at the convent.
- Is there any pattern?
- Something in the air is for sure: I am already able to detect them. But now I'll be on the understanding, and hope to find out everything. Leave it to me. I have to see and hear things ...! things of fire! I am in a home ...! But I would save my soul.
- The Lord bless you! - And, softly uttering these words, the Friar began hand on the head of the white servant, who, though older than him, he was bent before, the attitude of a son. - The Lord will reward, - continued the monk: - do not forget to come tomorrow.
- I will go, - said the servant, - but she just go away e. .. for heaven's sake ... I do not appoint -. So saying, and looking around, went out to the other side of the progress, in a living room, which met in the courtyard, and, given the open field, he called out the good friar, who replied in the face of that last word more clear that could not make any protest. The servant pointed to the exit, and the friar, without another word, he left. The man was
to hear the door of his master had done well? Among Christopher was good to praise him for it? According to the rules contradicted the more common and less, it is very bad thing, but that case could not be regarded as the exception? And there are the exception to the rules contradicted the more common and less? Important issues, but the reader will resolve itself, if they want. We do not intend to give opinions: it is enough to have the facts to tell.
went out, and turn their backs on the Casaccia, between Christopher breathed more freely, and walked quickly to the fallen, all fiery-faced, and emotional upset, as anyone can imagine, for what he had heard, and what he had said. But the unexpected performance of the old way was a great restorative for him: it seemed that heaven had given him a visible sign of his protection. "Here's a thread - he thought - a thread that puts me in the hands of providence. And in that same house! And without even looking for him that I was dreaming!" So ruminating, he looked to the West, saw the sun angle, which have already touched the top of the mountain, and thought that very little remains of the day. So, although he felt the bones weakened by serious and 'various hardships of the day, also studied more step in order to restore a view, what he was, to' his proteges, then arrived at the convent, the first night: that was read one of the most precise, and more strictly kept cappuccinesco code.
Meanwhile in the house of Lucy, had been put in ventilated and drawings of 'what should we tell the reader. After the start of the friar, the three had been left some time in silence, sadly Lucia preparing the dinner, Renzo on the verge of leaving any time to take off by the sight of her so heartbroken, and unable to break away; Agnese all intent, in Apparently, that turned the reel. But, in fact, was developing a project, and when she seemed mature, broke the silence in these terms:
- Listen, children! If you have heart and skill, as we must, if you trust your mother, - At that roused your Lucy, - I pledge myself to cavarvi of quest'impiccio, perhaps better, and soon his father Christopher, although it is man who is -. Lucia stood there and looked at her with a face ch'esprimeva more surprising that confidence in a promise so great, and Renzo said suddenly: - heart? dexterity? say, say what you can do well.
- not true - Agnes went on, - that if you were married, it would be a piece on? And the rest would be easier to fall back?
- you doubt it? - Renzo said: - we were married ... around the world over, and, near here, on Bergamo, who works in silk is received arms open. You know how many times Bortolo my cousin made me urge of going there to stay with him, I'd luck com'ha made him: and if I never paid attention, he ... What for? because my heart was here. Married, we go all together, they set up home there, we live in peace, the nail out of this rogue, away from the temptation of making a mistake. Is something true, Lucy?
- Yes, - said Lucy: - but how ...?
- As I said - shooting the mother - the heart and skill, and it is easy.
- Easy! - Said with this' two so that the thing had become so strangely and painfully difficult.
- Easy to know how to do, - said Agnes. - Listen well, I'll see to make you understand. I have heard from people he knows, and indeed I have seen it a case that, to make a marriage, it takes but a nice, but need not want, as long as there is.
- How's this? - Renzo said.
- Listen and feel. You must have two witnesses very nimble and well agree. It is the cure: the point of buttock is suddenly not have time to escape. The man says, curate, this is my wife, the woman says, curate, this is my husband. People must feel nice, feel that the witnesses, and the wedding is ready-made, sacred as if he had made the pope. When words are spoken, the priest can yell, scream, the Devil, it is useless you are husband and wife.
- Possible? - Exclaimed Lucia.
- What! - Agnes said: - you shall see that in thirty years I spent in this world before you were born other, I will have learned nothing. The thing is that what I'm telling you: a sign that a friend of mine, she would take against the will of a 'his kindred, by that way, he obtained his intent. The curate, who was suspected, was on the alert, but the Devils were able to make two so well that it seized in the right spot, they said the words, and they were husband and wife, although he regretted the poor then, at the end to three days.
Agnes was telling the truth, and respect the possibility, and there about the danger of success: that since not resorted to such an expedient, if not people who had found obstacles or rejection in the ordinary way, so the pastors mettevan great care to avoid the forced cooperation, and when One of them was also surprised by one of those couples, accompanied by witnesses, did everything to iscapolarsene, like Proteus from the hands of those who wanted to do vaticinate strength.
- If true, Lucy! - Renzo said, looking at her with an air of expectation appealing.
- What! if it were true! - Agnes said. - You also believe that I say baloney. I troubles me for you, and are not believed to be: well well, cavat of trouble as you can: I wash my hands.
- Oh no! not abandon us, - said Renzo. - I speak so because it seems to me too good. I am in your hands, I consider you as if you were my own mother.
These words of indignation swept away the little Agnes, and a forgetting by proposing that, in truth, was not serious.
- But why, then, mamma, - said Lucy, with his quiet demeanor, - because this thing has not come up with Christopher to his father?
- In the mind? - Agnes said: - if you do not think he will come up with! But they will not want to talk.
- Why? - Asked the two young men at once.
- Why ... because, when you want to know, religious say it is something that really does not lie well.
- How can it be that Istia well, and is well made, when was it made? - Renzo said.
- What do you want me to tell you? - Agnes said. - The law have made them, as he liked, and we beggars can not understand everything. And then how many things ... Here it is like letting go of a handful to a Christian. Does not lie well, but since you have it to him, not even the Pope can not lift him.
- If it's something that does not lie well, - said Lucy - do not do it.
- What! - Agnes said, - perhaps you would like to give an opinion against the fear of God? If it was against the wishes of 'your family, to take a breakneck ... but happy me, and take this child, and who does all the difficulties to be born is a rascal, and the curate ...
- This is clear, that everyone understands it, - said Renzo.
- no need to talk to his father Christopher, before making the thing, - continued Agnes - but it's done, and successful, you think that will tell you the father? "Oh daughter! Is a big run, I have made it." The religious talk like devon. But believe me that in his heart, he will be happy too.
Lucia, without finding that answer to that argument, however, seemed not capacitated, but Renzo, hearten all, he said - if so, the thing is done.
- plan, - said Agnes. - And the witnesses? Find two they want, and know that in the meantime shut up! And to grasp the curate who, two days, he is holed up at home? And make it stay there? Although somewhat heavy nature, you know I say that, to see appear in the compliance, will become as quick as a cat, and will run like the devil holy water.
- I found it the verse, I found it, - said Renzo, beating his fist on the table and doing the dishes, heavy taxes laid for the dinner. It went on explaining his thinking, that Agnes approved in all respects.
- I'm cheating, - said Lucy: - things are not smooth. Now, we sincerely get along with faith, and God will help us: the father Christopher said. We hear his opinion.
- Be guided by those who know more than you, - said Agnes, with a serious face. - What need is there to ask advice? God says, helped, I will help thee. The father told her everything, after the fact.
- Lucia - Renzo said, - will you miss now? We had done all the things we like a good Christian? We should not be already married? The parish priest there had set him on the day and time? And whose fault is it if we must now help us with some 'talented? No, I do not miss it. I go and come back with the answer -. And, hailing Lucia, in an act of prayer, and Agnes, with an air of intelligence, he left in a hurry.
The tribulations sharpen the brain and Renzo, who, in the righteous path and plan the path of life from him since then, had never found the occasion of his very thin, had, in this case, an imagined, to do honor to a lawyer. He went even, second that he had drawn, the house of a certain Tony, who was there not too far, and found him in the kitchen, with one knee on the steps of the hearth, and taking with one hand, the edge d 'a kettle, put on hot ashes, squirming, curved with a rolling pin, a small gray polenta, buckwheat. The mother, a brother's wife, Toni, were at the table, and three or four boys, standing next to my father, waiting, with eyes fixed on the pot, which was the time to dish out. But there was joy that the sight of dinner wont even give to those who deserved it with the effort. The amount of polenta was because of the vintage, and the number and the good will of 'at table: and every one of them, staring, with a grim look of love the angry, the food policy, seemed to think the portion d' appetite that had to survive. While Renzo bartered greetings with the family, Tonio bowl of polenta on tafferìa Beech, who had equipment to receive it: and it seemed a small moon, in a large circle of vapors. Nevertheless, the women said kindly Renzo: - want to remain served? -, Compliment the farmer of Lombardy, and who knows how many other countries! never leaves those who do find him to eat, even if this were a rich man then got up from the table, and he was last bite.
- Thank you, - Renzo said: - I was only to say a little word to Tonio, and if you want, Tony, for not disturbing your women, we go to dinner at the inn, and he spoke -. The proposal was for Tonio much more acceptable, less than expected, and women and even children (since, on this matter, beginner soon to think) that you did not see unwillingly sottraesse polenta to a competitor, and the most formidable. The invited istette not to demand more, and went with Renzo.
Once the village inn; seated, with complete freedom, in perfect solitude, because the misery was weaned to anyone visiting the place of delights, bringing what little they did was, voted for a glass of wine, Renzo, with an air of mystery, "said Tonio: - if you want to do me a small service, I do you want to do a big one.
- Speak, command me as well, - said Tonio, out the wine.
- Today I would jump into the fire for you.
- You have a debt of twenty-five pounds with the curate, for rent of his field, who worked in the past year.
- Ah, Renzo, Renzo! my fault, you benefit. With what I come out? Have made me leave a good mood.
- Are you talking about the debt - Renzo said, - that is, if you want, I intend to give you the means to pay it.
- Really?
- Really. Eh? would you be happy?
- Happy? By Diana. if I would be happy! If if only to see no more this 'versacci, and this' nod, which makes me the curate, every time we meet. And then more: Tonio, remember, Tony, when we meet, for that shop? At such a point that when, in preaching, I fixed those eyes on me, I'm almost afraid I have to tell me, there in public, those twenty-five pounds! What are the damn twenty-five pounds! And then, m'avrebbe to return the gold necklace my wife, who bartered in a lot of polenta. Ma ..
- But, but, if you want me to do a servizietto, twenty-five pounds are prepared.
- The 'up.
- Ma ..! - Renzo said, putting his finger to his mouth.
- He needs these things? You know me.
- The curate some reason goes out without getting on the sauce, to pull down my marriage, and instead I would like to stand out. They say for sure that I, presentandosegli before the couple, with two witnesses, and I said: This is my wife, Lucia, and: this is my husband, marriage is ready-made. Hast thou heard?
- You want me to be a witness?
- That's right.
- and pay me for the twenty-five pounds?
- So the mean.
- scamp who is missing.
- But you have to find another witness.
- I found. That's my simpleton brother Gervase will do what we tell you. You pay by the drink?
- and food, - said Renzo. - I will conduct here to be happy with us. But will you do?
- I teach him: you know very well that I've also had its share of the brain.
- Tomorrow ...
Good.
- the evening ...
- Benoni.
- Ma ..! - Renzo said, putting the finger to his mouth.
- Poh ...! - Tonio said, bowing her head over her right shoulder, and raising his left hand, with a face that said, you make me wrong.
- But, if your wife asks you, as you ask, no doubt ...
- lies, I am indebted to my wife, and so much, I do not know if I will arrive never pay the bill. Pastocchia Some will find it, to put your heart at rest.
- Tomorrow morning, - said Renzo - more comfortable talking to, so to speak good about everything.
With this, came from the tavern, Tonio have gone back home, and studying the canard that telling women, and Renzo, to give an account of 'concerts taken.
At this time Agnes had labored in vain to persuade her daughter. This was resisting any reason, now one, now another part of his dilemma: either it is bad, and you should not do it, or is not, and why not say it to his father, Christopher?
Renzo came all triumphant, made his report, and ended with a ahn? interjection that means: are or are not I a man? you could find a better deal? you should come to mind? and a hundred similar things.
Lucia wavered softly his head, but the two badavan the fervent little, as they do with a child, to which no one hopes to understand the whole reason for a thing, and that s'indurrà then, with prayers and with authority, what you want from him.
- Alright, - said Agnes - OK, but ... not have thought of everything.
- What are we missing? - Renzo said.
- and Perpetua? you have not thought of Perpetua. Tonio and his brother, will let you enter, but you! you two! think! order will stay away, more than a boy from a pear tree that has ripe fruits.
- How are we going? - Renzo said, a bit 'cheated.
- Behold, I think of that. I'll come with you and I have a secret to attracting, and to exorcise the way that you people do not realize, and you can enter. I'll call, and will touch a chord ... you'll see.
- Blessed are you! - Renzo said: - I've always said you are our help in everything.
- But all this is useless, - said Agnes, - if you do not persuade her, you continue saying that it is a sin. Renzo
he fielded his eloquence, but Lucy did not let smove sl.
- I do not know what your answer to these reasons, - saying - but I see that to this, as you say, we must go ahead by dint of subterfuge, lies, fictions. Renzo Ah! We did not start well. I want to be your wife - and there was no way he could utter that word, and explain that intention, without the red face: - I want to be your wife, but the straight road, with the fear of God, to 'altar. What do we leave there. You do not want to know how to find the clue to help him, we can do better than us, with all Codest cunning? And why her father Christopher mysteries?
The dispute lasted, however, and did not appear close to the end, when a hurried trampling of sandals, and a habit of slamming noise, similar to what they do in a sail loose repeated puffs of wind, they told her father Christopher. It chetaron all, and Agnes had barely time to whispers in the ear of Lucy: - mind you, I ', not to say anything.
between Christopher, there was more expeditious and safest way, taking with an arrogant way. He who was suspended, looking for words, and sliding your fingers between the Hail Marys that took the crown at the waist, as if some one of those hoping to find his debut, at which Don Rodrigo do, be felt immediately on lips more words needed. But thinking about what mattered not to spoil her, or what was much more, the facts of another, corrected and moderated the sentences that were presented to the mind, and said with cautious humility - I come to propose an act of justice, to beg for charity. Cert'uomini of bad business have put forward the name of your illustrious Lordship, to frighten a poor curate, and prevent him from accomplishing his duty, and to overwhelm two innocents. You can, with a word, confound those, return to right his strength, and raise those to whom it made such a cruel violence. He can, and being able to ... conscience, honor ...
- You speak to me of my consciousness when I come to confess to her. As for my honor, to know that the caretaker will I am, and I alone, and that anyone who dares to come apart with me this treatment, I regard as the rash that hurts. Among
Christopher warned by these words that the gentleman was trying to pull at its worst, to turn the speech in dispute, and not give place to come to the close, the more committed himself to suffering, resolved to swallow whatever he liked another to say, and replied immediately, with a subdued tone: - if I said something that displeased, was certainly against my intention. Correct me well, I resume, if I can not speak as we ought: but worthy listen. For heaven's sake, for that God, before whom all must we appear ... - And so saying, he took between his fingers, and put before the eyes of his frowning listener the skulls of wood attached to his crown - s'ostini not so easy to deny justice, and thus due to de 'beggars. Do you think God has his eyes on them, and their screams, their cries are heard there. Innocence is its powerful ...
- Oh, Father! - An abrupt Don Rodrigo - respect which I bear to her dress is great, but if anything could make me forget, it would be the one who dared to wear to come to me in the light house.
This word made him the flames on the face of the friar, who, however, with the countenance of those who swallow a very bitter medicine, continued: - she does not believe that such a title I will pay. She feels in her heart, that the passage now here I kr, is neither cowardly nor contemptible. Listen to me, Senor Don Rodrigo, and heaven forbid that it is not a day that he regretted not listening to me. Do not want to put her glory ... What glory, Don Rodrigo! What glory before men! And before God! You can do a lot here, but ...
- Do you know, - said Don Rodrigo, breaking with istizza, but not without a shudder, - do you know that when I get the schiribizzo to hear a sermon, I know go to church, like the others? But in my house! Oh! - And continued, with a forced smile of mockery: - she is more than what they are. The preacher in the house! That the principles have not.
- And the God account in applying the principles of word that makes them feel in their holds, that God is now using a piece of mercy, sent his minister, unworthy and miserable, but his minister, to pray for the innocent ...
- In sum, father - said Don Rodrigo, by act of leaving, - I do not know what she wants to say, I do not understand anything except that there must be some girl that would like very much. Go and make her confidences to those who like, and do not take freedom of bother as long as a gentleman. The move itself
Don Rodrigo, our brother had put him in front, but with great respect, and, lifting up his hands as if to beg and to hold him to a point, said again: - I would like to, it is true, but no more than her, are two souls, one and another, preassembled me more than my blood. Don Rodrigo! I can not do anything for her, pray to God, but I will do well to heart. Do not tell me no I do not want to take the anguish and terror in a poor innocent. A word she can do everything.
- Well, - said Don Rodrigo, - because she believes that I can do a lot to this person because this person is so close to the heart ...
- Well? - Eagerly resumed his father Christopher, to which the act and the attitude of Don Rodrigo was not possible to abandon the hope that seemed to proclaim those words.
- Well, the advice to come and put themselves under my protection. Do not miss the most nothing and no one dare of worry, or I am not a knight. A
such a proposal, the indignation of the monk, barely restrained till then, overflowed. All these 'good intentions of prudence and patience went up in smoke: the old man found himself in agreement with the new, and, in this' case, between Christopher really worth for two.
- Your protection! - He cried, giving back two steps, follow-up business on the right foot, putting his right hip, raising his left index finger toward the Don Rodrigo, and planted in two eyes inflamed face: - your protection! You better have said so, that you have made me such a proposal. You have reached its limit and there I fear most.
- How you talk, brother? ...
- I speak as one speaks to those who are abandoned by God, and can no longer afraid. Your protection! I knew that one innocent person is under the protection of God but you, you hear me do it now, with so much certainty, that I no longer need to tell you about respect. Lucia, I say: you see how I pronounce this name, with a high forehead, and eyes still.
- What! ... in this house!
- I have compassion on the house, the curse is on hold. You shall see the justice of God will have about four stones, and suggezione four minions. You believed that God made a creature in his image, to give you the pleasure of tormenting her! You believed that God would not be able to defend it! You have dishonored your opinion! Have you tried. The heart of Pharaoh was hardened as yours; and God was able to break it. Lucia is safe from you: let me tell you poor monk, and as for you, I feel good that I promise. There will come a day ...
Don Rodrigo had hitherto remained between anger and astonishment, astonished, could not find words, but when he heard sing a prediction s'aggiunse to anger a distant and mysterious fear.
quickly grabbed his hand threateningly in the air, and, raising his voice, to truncate dell'infausto prophet, cried: - escimi between the 'foot, reckless villain, hooded chairs. These words
so clear quieted in a moment his father Christopher. The idea of \u200b\u200boverwork and peasants, was in his mind, so good, and for a long time, associated the idea of \u200b\u200bsuffering and silence, which, at this compliment, he dropped any spirit of anger and enthusiasm , and left with no other resolution than that of quietly hear what Don Rodrigo liked to add. Waves, quietly withdrew his hand from the claws of a gentleman, he lowered his head and stood still, like, the fall of the wind, the stronger the storm, a tree shook its branches back together naturally, and receives the hail as the heaven sends.
- Villano rincivilito! - Don Rodrigo continued: - you learned from your par. But thanks the robe that covers you Codest behind scoundrel, and saves you from strokes that are made to 'your peers, to teach them to speak. Quit with your legs, this time, and we'll see. So saying, he pointed with disdainful empire, a door in the face of that for which they had entered, Christopher's father bowed his head, and went off, leaving Don Rodrigo to measure, steps infuriated the battlefield.
When the monk had locked the door behind him, he saw in the other room where he entered, a man to retreat slowly, crawling the wall, as if to avoid being seen by the interview room, and recognized the old servant who had come to receive the front door. This man was in that house, maybe forty years, that is, before he was born Don Rodrigo; entratovi the service of his father, who was a whole other thing. He died, his new master, giving eviction for the whole family, and making new brigade, had not felt that servant, and to be an old man, and why, although a maximum of costume and completely different from his, however, compensated for this defect with two qualities: a high opinion of the dignity of the house, and a great practice of ceremonial, of which he knew, better than any other, the most ancient traditions, and the most minute details. In the face of the lord, the old man would never have dared mention of, let alone to express his disapproval of what he saw everything the day: it was just an exclamation, some reproach in his teeth to 'his colleagues in service, which he laughed, and took pleasure indeed sometimes to touch that button, to make him say more than he wanted, and hear sung the praises of the ancient way of life in that house. His complaints did not reach the ears of the master of laughter accompanied by the story that if n'eran made, So that they could for him as a subject of ridicule, without resentment. Ne 'days and then the invitation is received, the old man became a serious character and importance.
Christopher's father looked at him, passing him, and then continued on his way, but the old man approached the mysteriously put his finger to his mouth, and then, with the same finger, beckoned to him, inviting him to enter with him into a dark corridor. When they were there, he said sotto voce: - Father, I have heard it all, and I need to talk to her.
- Speak soon, my good man.
- Not here God help us if the owner perceives ... But I know many things and I will be tomorrow at the convent.
- Is there any pattern?
- Something in the air is for sure: I am already able to detect them. But now I'll be on the understanding, and hope to find out everything. Leave it to me. I have to see and hear things ...! things of fire! I am in a home ...! But I would save my soul.
- The Lord bless you! - And, softly uttering these words, the Friar began hand on the head of the white servant, who, though older than him, he was bent before, the attitude of a son. - The Lord will reward, - continued the monk: - do not forget to come tomorrow.
- I will go, - said the servant, - but she just go away e. .. for heaven's sake ... I do not appoint -. So saying, and looking around, went out to the other side of the progress, in a living room, which met in the courtyard, and, given the open field, he called out the good friar, who replied in the face of that last word more clear that could not make any protest. The servant pointed to the exit, and the friar, without another word, he left. The man was
to hear the door of his master had done well? Among Christopher was good to praise him for it? According to the rules contradicted the more common and less, it is very bad thing, but that case could not be regarded as the exception? And there are the exception to the rules contradicted the more common and less? Important issues, but the reader will resolve itself, if they want. We do not intend to give opinions: it is enough to have the facts to tell.
went out, and turn their backs on the Casaccia, between Christopher breathed more freely, and walked quickly to the fallen, all fiery-faced, and emotional upset, as anyone can imagine, for what he had heard, and what he had said. But the unexpected performance of the old way was a great restorative for him: it seemed that heaven had given him a visible sign of his protection. "Here's a thread - he thought - a thread that puts me in the hands of providence. And in that same house! And without even looking for him that I was dreaming!" So ruminating, he looked to the West, saw the sun angle, which have already touched the top of the mountain, and thought that very little remains of the day. So, although he felt the bones weakened by serious and 'various hardships of the day, also studied more step in order to restore a view, what he was, to' his proteges, then arrived at the convent, the first night: that was read one of the most precise, and more strictly kept cappuccinesco code.
Meanwhile in the house of Lucy, had been put in ventilated and drawings of 'what should we tell the reader. After the start of the friar, the three had been left some time in silence, sadly Lucia preparing the dinner, Renzo on the verge of leaving any time to take off by the sight of her so heartbroken, and unable to break away; Agnese all intent, in Apparently, that turned the reel. But, in fact, was developing a project, and when she seemed mature, broke the silence in these terms:
- Listen, children! If you have heart and skill, as we must, if you trust your mother, - At that roused your Lucy, - I pledge myself to cavarvi of quest'impiccio, perhaps better, and soon his father Christopher, although it is man who is -. Lucia stood there and looked at her with a face ch'esprimeva more surprising that confidence in a promise so great, and Renzo said suddenly: - heart? dexterity? say, say what you can do well.
- not true - Agnes went on, - that if you were married, it would be a piece on? And the rest would be easier to fall back?
- you doubt it? - Renzo said: - we were married ... around the world over, and, near here, on Bergamo, who works in silk is received arms open. You know how many times Bortolo my cousin made me urge of going there to stay with him, I'd luck com'ha made him: and if I never paid attention, he ... What for? because my heart was here. Married, we go all together, they set up home there, we live in peace, the nail out of this rogue, away from the temptation of making a mistake. Is something true, Lucy?
- Yes, - said Lucy: - but how ...?
- As I said - shooting the mother - the heart and skill, and it is easy.
- Easy! - Said with this' two so that the thing had become so strangely and painfully difficult.
- Easy to know how to do, - said Agnes. - Listen well, I'll see to make you understand. I have heard from people he knows, and indeed I have seen it a case that, to make a marriage, it takes but a nice, but need not want, as long as there is.
- How's this? - Renzo said.
- Listen and feel. You must have two witnesses very nimble and well agree. It is the cure: the point of buttock is suddenly not have time to escape. The man says, curate, this is my wife, the woman says, curate, this is my husband. People must feel nice, feel that the witnesses, and the wedding is ready-made, sacred as if he had made the pope. When words are spoken, the priest can yell, scream, the Devil, it is useless you are husband and wife.
- Possible? - Exclaimed Lucia.
- What! - Agnes said: - you shall see that in thirty years I spent in this world before you were born other, I will have learned nothing. The thing is that what I'm telling you: a sign that a friend of mine, she would take against the will of a 'his kindred, by that way, he obtained his intent. The curate, who was suspected, was on the alert, but the Devils were able to make two so well that it seized in the right spot, they said the words, and they were husband and wife, although he regretted the poor then, at the end to three days.
Agnes was telling the truth, and respect the possibility, and there about the danger of success: that since not resorted to such an expedient, if not people who had found obstacles or rejection in the ordinary way, so the pastors mettevan great care to avoid the forced cooperation, and when One of them was also surprised by one of those couples, accompanied by witnesses, did everything to iscapolarsene, like Proteus from the hands of those who wanted to do vaticinate strength.
- If true, Lucy! - Renzo said, looking at her with an air of expectation appealing.
- What! if it were true! - Agnes said. - You also believe that I say baloney. I troubles me for you, and are not believed to be: well well, cavat of trouble as you can: I wash my hands.
- Oh no! not abandon us, - said Renzo. - I speak so because it seems to me too good. I am in your hands, I consider you as if you were my own mother.
These words of indignation swept away the little Agnes, and a forgetting by proposing that, in truth, was not serious.
- But why, then, mamma, - said Lucy, with his quiet demeanor, - because this thing has not come up with Christopher to his father?
- In the mind? - Agnes said: - if you do not think he will come up with! But they will not want to talk.
- Why? - Asked the two young men at once.
- Why ... because, when you want to know, religious say it is something that really does not lie well.
- How can it be that Istia well, and is well made, when was it made? - Renzo said.
- What do you want me to tell you? - Agnes said. - The law have made them, as he liked, and we beggars can not understand everything. And then how many things ... Here it is like letting go of a handful to a Christian. Does not lie well, but since you have it to him, not even the Pope can not lift him.
- If it's something that does not lie well, - said Lucy - do not do it.
- What! - Agnes said, - perhaps you would like to give an opinion against the fear of God? If it was against the wishes of 'your family, to take a breakneck ... but happy me, and take this child, and who does all the difficulties to be born is a rascal, and the curate ...
- This is clear, that everyone understands it, - said Renzo.
- no need to talk to his father Christopher, before making the thing, - continued Agnes - but it's done, and successful, you think that will tell you the father? "Oh daughter! Is a big run, I have made it." The religious talk like devon. But believe me that in his heart, he will be happy too.
Lucia, without finding that answer to that argument, however, seemed not capacitated, but Renzo, hearten all, he said - if so, the thing is done.
- plan, - said Agnes. - And the witnesses? Find two they want, and know that in the meantime shut up! And to grasp the curate who, two days, he is holed up at home? And make it stay there? Although somewhat heavy nature, you know I say that, to see appear in the compliance, will become as quick as a cat, and will run like the devil holy water.
- I found it the verse, I found it, - said Renzo, beating his fist on the table and doing the dishes, heavy taxes laid for the dinner. It went on explaining his thinking, that Agnes approved in all respects.
- I'm cheating, - said Lucy: - things are not smooth. Now, we sincerely get along with faith, and God will help us: the father Christopher said. We hear his opinion.
- Be guided by those who know more than you, - said Agnes, with a serious face. - What need is there to ask advice? God says, helped, I will help thee. The father told her everything, after the fact.
- Lucia - Renzo said, - will you miss now? We had done all the things we like a good Christian? We should not be already married? The parish priest there had set him on the day and time? And whose fault is it if we must now help us with some 'talented? No, I do not miss it. I go and come back with the answer -. And, hailing Lucia, in an act of prayer, and Agnes, with an air of intelligence, he left in a hurry.
The tribulations sharpen the brain and Renzo, who, in the righteous path and plan the path of life from him since then, had never found the occasion of his very thin, had, in this case, an imagined, to do honor to a lawyer. He went even, second that he had drawn, the house of a certain Tony, who was there not too far, and found him in the kitchen, with one knee on the steps of the hearth, and taking with one hand, the edge d 'a kettle, put on hot ashes, squirming, curved with a rolling pin, a small gray polenta, buckwheat. The mother, a brother's wife, Toni, were at the table, and three or four boys, standing next to my father, waiting, with eyes fixed on the pot, which was the time to dish out. But there was joy that the sight of dinner wont even give to those who deserved it with the effort. The amount of polenta was because of the vintage, and the number and the good will of 'at table: and every one of them, staring, with a grim look of love the angry, the food policy, seemed to think the portion d' appetite that had to survive. While Renzo bartered greetings with the family, Tonio bowl of polenta on tafferìa Beech, who had equipment to receive it: and it seemed a small moon, in a large circle of vapors. Nevertheless, the women said kindly Renzo: - want to remain served? -, Compliment the farmer of Lombardy, and who knows how many other countries! never leaves those who do find him to eat, even if this were a rich man then got up from the table, and he was last bite.
- Thank you, - Renzo said: - I was only to say a little word to Tonio, and if you want, Tony, for not disturbing your women, we go to dinner at the inn, and he spoke -. The proposal was for Tonio much more acceptable, less than expected, and women and even children (since, on this matter, beginner soon to think) that you did not see unwillingly sottraesse polenta to a competitor, and the most formidable. The invited istette not to demand more, and went with Renzo.
Once the village inn; seated, with complete freedom, in perfect solitude, because the misery was weaned to anyone visiting the place of delights, bringing what little they did was, voted for a glass of wine, Renzo, with an air of mystery, "said Tonio: - if you want to do me a small service, I do you want to do a big one.
- Speak, command me as well, - said Tonio, out the wine.
- Today I would jump into the fire for you.
- You have a debt of twenty-five pounds with the curate, for rent of his field, who worked in the past year.
- Ah, Renzo, Renzo! my fault, you benefit. With what I come out? Have made me leave a good mood.
- Are you talking about the debt - Renzo said, - that is, if you want, I intend to give you the means to pay it.
- Really?
- Really. Eh? would you be happy?
- Happy? By Diana. if I would be happy! If if only to see no more this 'versacci, and this' nod, which makes me the curate, every time we meet. And then more: Tonio, remember, Tony, when we meet, for that shop? At such a point that when, in preaching, I fixed those eyes on me, I'm almost afraid I have to tell me, there in public, those twenty-five pounds! What are the damn twenty-five pounds! And then, m'avrebbe to return the gold necklace my wife, who bartered in a lot of polenta. Ma ..
- But, but, if you want me to do a servizietto, twenty-five pounds are prepared.
- The 'up.
- Ma ..! - Renzo said, putting his finger to his mouth.
- He needs these things? You know me.
- The curate some reason goes out without getting on the sauce, to pull down my marriage, and instead I would like to stand out. They say for sure that I, presentandosegli before the couple, with two witnesses, and I said: This is my wife, Lucia, and: this is my husband, marriage is ready-made. Hast thou heard?
- You want me to be a witness?
- That's right.
- and pay me for the twenty-five pounds?
- So the mean.
- scamp who is missing.
- But you have to find another witness.
- I found. That's my simpleton brother Gervase will do what we tell you. You pay by the drink?
- and food, - said Renzo. - I will conduct here to be happy with us. But will you do?
- I teach him: you know very well that I've also had its share of the brain.
- Tomorrow ...
Good.
- the evening ...
- Benoni.
- Ma ..! - Renzo said, putting the finger to his mouth.
- Poh ...! - Tonio said, bowing her head over her right shoulder, and raising his left hand, with a face that said, you make me wrong.
- But, if your wife asks you, as you ask, no doubt ...
- lies, I am indebted to my wife, and so much, I do not know if I will arrive never pay the bill. Pastocchia Some will find it, to put your heart at rest.
- Tomorrow morning, - said Renzo - more comfortable talking to, so to speak good about everything.
With this, came from the tavern, Tonio have gone back home, and studying the canard that telling women, and Renzo, to give an account of 'concerts taken.
At this time Agnes had labored in vain to persuade her daughter. This was resisting any reason, now one, now another part of his dilemma: either it is bad, and you should not do it, or is not, and why not say it to his father, Christopher?
Renzo came all triumphant, made his report, and ended with a ahn? interjection that means: are or are not I a man? you could find a better deal? you should come to mind? and a hundred similar things.
Lucia wavered softly his head, but the two badavan the fervent little, as they do with a child, to which no one hopes to understand the whole reason for a thing, and that s'indurrà then, with prayers and with authority, what you want from him.
- Alright, - said Agnes - OK, but ... not have thought of everything.
- What are we missing? - Renzo said.
- and Perpetua? you have not thought of Perpetua. Tonio and his brother, will let you enter, but you! you two! think! order will stay away, more than a boy from a pear tree that has ripe fruits.
- How are we going? - Renzo said, a bit 'cheated.
- Behold, I think of that. I'll come with you and I have a secret to attracting, and to exorcise the way that you people do not realize, and you can enter. I'll call, and will touch a chord ... you'll see.
- Blessed are you! - Renzo said: - I've always said you are our help in everything.
- But all this is useless, - said Agnes, - if you do not persuade her, you continue saying that it is a sin. Renzo
he fielded his eloquence, but Lucy did not let smove sl.
- I do not know what your answer to these reasons, - saying - but I see that to this, as you say, we must go ahead by dint of subterfuge, lies, fictions. Renzo Ah! We did not start well. I want to be your wife - and there was no way he could utter that word, and explain that intention, without the red face: - I want to be your wife, but the straight road, with the fear of God, to 'altar. What do we leave there. You do not want to know how to find the clue to help him, we can do better than us, with all Codest cunning? And why her father Christopher mysteries?
The dispute lasted, however, and did not appear close to the end, when a hurried trampling of sandals, and a habit of slamming noise, similar to what they do in a sail loose repeated puffs of wind, they told her father Christopher. It chetaron all, and Agnes had barely time to whispers in the ear of Lucy: - mind you, I ', not to say anything.
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