But love,--real love, from any human creature alive he never had
won, and knew he never should win. Sylvie Hermenstein was richer far
than he,--she had not only wealth and a great position, but the joys
of a natural existence, and of a perfect home-life were not denied
to her. Presently, seeing that they were approaching the gates of
exit from the Pamphili, he said,--
"Contessa, will you give me the favour of an hour's conversation
with you one afternoon this week? I have something of the very
greatest importance to say to you."
"Can you not say it now?" asked Sylvie.
"No, it would take too long,--besides, if walls have ears, it is
possible that gardens have tongues! I should not presume to trouble
you, were it not for the fact that my business concerns the welfare
of your friend, Mr. Aubrey Leigh, in whose career I think you are
interested,--and not only Mr. Leigh, but also Cardinal Bonpre. You
will be wise to give me the interview I seek,--unwise if you refuse
it!"
"Monsignor, you have already been well received at my house, and
will be well received again,"--said Sylvie with a pretty dignity,
"Provided you do not abuse my hospitality by calumniating my
FRIENDS, whatever you may think of myself,--you will be welcome!
What day, and at what hour shall I expect you?"
Gherardi considered a moment.
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