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‘‘Your country is noted for its beautiful women？''
‘‘We have exquisite types of femininity in Tuscany；'' said the young
man； with patriotic ardor。
‘‘Any as fine looking asasaswell； say the young lady we dined
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with to…night？''
‘‘Miss Wallace？'' queried the Tuscan。
‘‘Yes； Miss Wallace；'' this rather impatiently。
‘‘She is very beautiful；'' said Diotti； with solemn admiration。
‘‘Have you ever seen any one prettier？'' questioned the old man； after a
second prolonged sip。
‘‘I have no desire to see any one more beautiful；'' said the violinist；
feeling that the other was trying to draw him out； and determined not to
yield。
‘‘You will pardon the inquisitiveness of an old man； but are not you
musicians a most impressionable lot？''
‘‘We are human；'' answered the violinist。
‘‘I imagined you were like sailors and had a sweetheart in every port。''
‘‘That would be a delightful prospect to one having polygamous
aspirations； but for myself； one sweetheart is enough；'' laughingly said the
musician。
‘‘Only one！ Well； here's to her！ With this nectar fit for the gods and
goddesses of Olympus； let us drink to her；'' said old Sanders； with
convivial dignity； his glass raised on high。 ‘‘Here's wishing health and
happiness to the dreamy… eyed Tuscan beauty； whom you love and who
loves you。''
‘‘Stop！'' said Diotti； ‘‘we will drink to the first part of that toast；'' and
holding his glass against that of his bibulous host； continued： ‘‘To the
dreamy…eyed women of my country； exacting of their lovers； obedient to
their parents and loyal to their husbands；'' and his voice rose in sonorous
rhythm with the words。
‘‘Now for the rest of the toast； to the one you love and who loves you；''
came from Sanders。
‘‘To the one I love and who loves me； God bless her！'' fervently cried
the guest。
‘‘Is she a Tuscan？'' asked old Sanders slyly。
‘‘She is an angel！'' impetuously answered the violinist。
‘‘Then she is an American！'' said the old man gallantly。
‘‘She is an American；'' repeated Diotti； forgetting himself for the
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instant。
‘‘Let me see if I can guess her name；'' said old Sanders。 ‘‘It'sit's
Mildred Wallace！'' and his manner suggested a child solving a riddle。
The violinist； about to speak； checked himself and remained silent。
‘‘I sincerely pity Mildred if ever she falls in love；'' abstractedly
continued the host while filling another glass。
‘‘Pray why？'' was anxiously asked。
The old man shifted his position and assumed a confidential tone and
attitude： ‘‘Signor Diotti； jealousy is a more universal passion than love
itself。 Environment may develop our character； influence our tastes and
even soften our features； but heredity determines the intensity of the two
leading passions； love and jealousy。 Mildred's mother was a beautiful
woman； but consumed with an overpowering jealousy of her husband。 It
was because she loved him。 The body…guard of jealousyenvy； malice and
hatredwere not in her composition。 When Mildred was a child of twelve
I have seen her mother suffer the keenest anguish because Mr。 Wallace
fondled the child。 She thought the child had robbed her of her husband's
love。''
‘‘Such a woman as Miss Wallace would command the entire love and
admiration of her husband at all times；'' said the artist。
‘‘If she should marry a man she simply likes； her chances for
happiness would be normal。''
‘‘In what manner？'' asked the lover。
‘‘Because she would be little concerned about him or his actions。''
‘‘Then you believe；'' said the musician； ‘‘that the man who loves her
and whom she loves should give her up because her chances of happiness
would be greater away from him than with him？''
‘‘That would be an unselfish love；'' said the elder。
‘‘Suppose they have declared their passion？'' asked Diotti。
‘‘A parting before doubt and jealousy had entered her mind would let
the image of her sacrificing lover live within her soul as a tender and
lasting memory； he always would be her ideal；'' and the accent old Sanders
placed on ALWAYS left no doubt of his belief。
‘‘Why should doubt and jealousy enter her life？'' said the violinist；
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falling into the personal character of the discussion despite himself。
‘‘My dear sir； from what I observed to…night； she loves you。 You are a
dan… gerous man for a jealous woman to love。 You are not a cloistered
monk； you are a man before the public； you win the admiration of many；
some women do not hesitate to show you their preference。 To a woman
like Mildred that would be torture； she could not and would not separate
the professional artist from the lover or husband。''
And Diotti； remembering Mildred's words； could not refute the old
man's statements。
‘‘If you had known her mother as I did；'' continued the old man；
realizing his argument was making an impression on the violinist； ‘‘you
would see the agony in store for the daughter if she married a man such as
you； a public servant； a public favorite。''
‘‘I would live my life not to excite her suspicions or jealousy；'' said the
artist； with boyish enthusiasm and simplicity。
‘‘Foolish fellow；'' retorted Sanders； skeptically； ‘‘women imagine； they
don't reason。 A scented note unopened on the dressing table can cause
more unhappiness to your wife than the loss of his country to a king。 My
advice to you is： do not marry； but if you must； choose one who is more
interested in your gastronomic felicity than in your marital constancy。''
Diotti was silent。 He was pondering the words of his host。 Instead of
seeing in Mildred a possibly jealous woman； causing mental misery； she
appeared a vision of single…hearted devotion。 He felt： ‘‘To be loved by
such a one is bliss beyond the dreams of this world。''
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