"
"Why should the Signor Marchese be so unlikely to marry? One would
say, to look at him, that it was not such an unlikely thing. Suppose
some designing woman were to make the attempt?"
"There does not exist the woman who could have the faintest shadow
of success in such an enterprise, Signora. If you could tell how
often the thing has been tried! He is seasoned, lo zio is. Besides,
he never was a man given much to falling in love at any time of his
life. I don't think he is much an admirer of the sex, to tell you
the truth. No; there is no fear of that."
There was a silence of some minutes, and Bianca seemed to have
fallen into a reverie; till, suddenly, raising her eyes, which had
fallen beneath their lashes, while she had been busy with her
thoughts, she said, looking up archly into Ludovico's face:
"Your attention, at all events, was not so fully occupied by the
performance last night, Signor, but that you had plenty of thoughts
and eyes at command for other matters."
"What do you mean, Signora? I am sure I was not only an attentive
but a delighted listener," said he, while the tell-tale blood
flushed his cheeks.
"Ah! I saw which way your glances and thoughts were wandering. We
artists see more things in the salle than you of the world before
the foot-lights think for. A very pretty little brunette, in No.
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