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breeze that gently stirred the sharp…edged olive… leaves。
Angiolino lay down at full length and munched his bread and cheese
in perfect happiness。 Goneril kept shifting about to get herself into the
narrow shadow cast by the split and writhen trunk。
〃How aggravating it is！〃 she cried。 〃In England； where there's no sun；
there's plenty of shade； and here； where the sun is like a mustard… plaster
on one's back； the leaves are all set edgewise on purpose that they sha'n't
cast any shadow！〃
Angiolino made no answer to this intelligent remark。
〃He is going to sleep again！〃 cried Goneril； stopping her lunch in
despair。 〃He is going to sleep； and there are no end of things I want to
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know。 Angiolino！〃
〃/Si/； signora；〃 murmured the boy。
〃Tell me about Signor Graziano。〃
〃He is our padrone； he is never here。〃
〃But he is coming to…day。 Wake up； wake up； Angiolino。 I tell you； he
is on the way！〃
〃Between life and death there are so many combinations；〃 drawled the
boy； with Tuscan incredulity and sententiousness。
〃Ah！〃 cried the girl； with a little shiver of impatience。 〃Is he young？〃
〃/Che！/〃
〃Is he old then？〃
〃/Neppure！/〃
〃What is he like？ He must be /something/。〃
〃He's our padrone；〃 repeated Angiolino； in whose imagination Signor
Graziano could occupy no other place。
〃How stupid you are！〃 exclaimed the young English girl。
〃Maybe；〃 said Angiolino； stolidly。
〃Is he a good padrone？ Do you like him？〃
〃Rather！〃 The boy smiled and raised himself on one elbow； his eyes
twinkled with good…humoured malice。
〃My /babbo/ had much better wine than /quel signore/；〃 he said。
〃But that is wrong！〃 cried Goneril； quite shocked。
〃Who knows？〃
After this conversation flagged。 Goneril tried to imagine what a great
musician could be like： long hair； of course； her imagination did not get
much beyond the hair。 He would of course be much older now than his
portrait。 Then she watched Angiolino cutting the corn； and learned how to
tie the swathes together。 She was occupied in this useful employment
when the noise of wheels made them both stop and look over the wall。
〃Here's the padrone！〃 cried the boy。
〃Oh； he is old！〃 said Goneril。 〃He is old and brown； like a coffee…
bean。〃
〃To be old and good is better than youth with malice；〃 suggested
Angiolino； by way of consolation。
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〃I suppose so；〃 acquiesced Goneril。
Nevertheless she went in to dinner a little disappointed。
The signorino was not in the house； he had gone up to the villa； but he
had sent a message that later in the evening he intended to pay his respects
to his old friends。 Madame Petrucci was beautifully dressed in soft black
silk； old lace； and a white Indian shawl。 Miss Prunty had on her starchiest
collar and most formal tie。 Goneril saw it was necessary that she； likewise
should deck herself in her best。 She was much too young and
impressionable not to be influenced by the flutter of excitement and
interest which filled the whole of the little cottage。 Goneril； too； was
excited and anxious； although Signor Graziano had seemed so old and like
a coffee…bean。 She made no progress in the piece of embroidery she was
working as a present for the two old ladies； jumping up and down to look
out of the window。 When； about eight o'clock； the door…bell rang； Goneril
blushed； Madame Petrucci gave a pretty little shriek； Miss Prunty jumped
up and rang for coffee。 A moment afterward the signorino entered。 While
he was greeting her hostesses Goneril cast a rapid glance at him。 He was
tall for an Italian； rather bent and rather gray； fifty at leasttherefore very
old。 He certainly was brown； but his features were fine and good； and he
had a distinguished and benevolent air that somehow made her think of an
abbe； a French abbe of the last century。 She could quite imagine him
saying； 〃/Enfant de St。 Louis； montez au ciel！/〃
Thus far had she got in her meditations when she felt herself addressed
in clear； half…mocking tones：
〃And how； this evening； is Madamigella Ruth？〃
So he had seen her this evening binding his corn。
〃I am quite well； padrone；〃 she said； smiling shyly。
The two old ladies looked on amazed； for of course they were not in
the secret。
〃Signor Graziano； Miss Goneril Hamelyn；〃 said Miss Prunty； rather
severely。
Goneril felt that the time had come for silence and good manners。 She
sat quite quiet over her embroidery； listening to the talk of Sontag； of
Clementi； of musicians and singers dead and gone。 She noticed that the
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ladies treated Signore Graziano with the utmost reverence； even the
positive Miss Prunty furling her opinions in deference to his gayest hint。
They talked too of Madame Lilli； and always as if she were still young and
fair； as if she had died yesterday； leaving the echo of her triumph loud
behind her。 And yet all this had happened years before Goneril had ever
seen the light。
〃Mees Goneril is feeling very young！〃 said the signorino； suddenly
turning his sharp； kind eyes upon her。
〃Yes；〃 said Goneril； all confusion。
Madame Petrucci looked almost annoyedthe gay； serene little lady
that nothing ever annoyed。
〃It is she that is young！〃 she cried； in answer to an unspoken thought。
〃She is a baby！〃
〃Oh； I am seventeen！〃 said Goneril。
They all laughed； and seemed at ease again。
〃Yes； yes； she is very young；〃 said the signorino。
But a little shadow had fallen across their placid entertainment： the
spirit had left their memories； they seemed to have grown shapeless； dusty；
as the fresh and comely faces of dead Etruscan kings crumble into mould
at the touch of the pitiless sunshine。
〃Signorino；〃 said Madame Petrucci； presently； 〃if you will accompany
me we will perform one of your charming melodies。〃
Signor Graziano rose a little stiffly and led the pretty； withered little
diva to the piano。
Goneril looked on； wondering； admiring。 The signorino's thin w