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Marietta cowered a little, and looked sheepish, as one surprised in the flagrant fact of misdemeanour.

"Yes, Signorino," she whispered.

"Well--? Do you call this bed?" he demanded.

"No, Signorino," she acknowledged.

"Do you wish to oblige me to put you to bed?" he asked.

"Oh, no, Signorino," she protested, horror in her whisper.

"Then go to bed directly. If you delay any longer, I shall accuse you of wilful insubordination."

"Bene, Signorino," reluctantly consented Marietta.

Peter strolled into his garden. Gigi, the gardener, was working there.

"The very man I most desired to meet," said Peter, and beckoned to him. "Is there a doctor in the village?" he enquired, when Gigi had approached.

"Yes, Signorino. The Syndic is a doctor--Dr. Carretaji."

"Good," said Peter. "Will you go to the village, please, and ask Dr.

Carretaji if he can make it convenient to call here to-day? Marietta is not well."

"Yes, Signorino."

"And stop a bit," said Peter. "Are there such things as women in the village?'

"Ah, mache, Signorino! But many, many," answered Gigi, rolling his dark eyes sympathetically, and waving his hands.

"I need but one," said Peter. "A woman to come and do Marietta's work for a day or two--cook, and clean up, and that sort of thing. Do you think you could procure me such a woman?"

"There is my wife, Signorino," suggested Gigi. "If she would content the Signorino?"

"Oh? I was n't aware that you were married. A hundred felicitations.

Yes, your wife, by all means. Ask her to come and rule as Marietta's vicereine."

Gigi started for the village.

Peter went into the house, and knocked at Marietta's bed-room door. He found her in bed, with her rosary in her hands. If she could not work, she would not waste her time. In Marietta's simple scheme of life, work and prayer, prayer and work, stood, no doubt, as alternative and complementary duties.

"But you are not half warmly enough covered up," said Peter.

He fetched his travelling-rug, and spread it over her. Then he went to the kitchen, where she had left a fire burning, and filled a bottle with hot water.

"Put this at your feet," he said, returning to Marietta.

"Oh, I cannot allow the Signorino to wait on me like this," the old woman mustered voice to murmur.

"The Signorino likes it--it affords him healthful exercise," Peter a.s.sured her.

Dr. Carretaji came about noon, a fat middleaged man, with a fringe of black hair round an ivory-yellow scalp, a ma.s.sive watch-chain (adorned by the inevitable pointed bit of coral), and podgy, hairy hands. But he seemed kind and honest, and he seemed to know his business.

"She has a catarrh of the larynx, with, I am afraid, a beginning of bronchitis," was his verdict.

"Is there any danger?" Peter asked.

"Not the slightest. She must remain in bed, and take frequent nourishment. Hot milk, and now and then beef-tea. I will send some medicine. But the great things are nourishment and warmth. I will call again to-morrow."

Gigi's wife came. She was a tall, stalwart, blackbrowed, red-cheeked young woman, and her name (Gigi's eyes flashed proudly, as he announced it) her name was Carolina Maddalena.

Peter had to be in and out of Marietta's room all day, to see that she took her beef-tea and milk and medicine regularly. She dozed a good deal. When she was awake, she said her rosary.

But next day she was manifestly worse.

"Yes--bronchitis, as I feared," said the doctor. "Danger? No--none, if properly looked after. Add a little brandy to her milk, and see that she has at least a small cupful every half-hour. I think it would be easier for you if you had a nurse. Someone should be with her at night. There is a Convent of Mercy at Venzona. If you like, I will telephone for a sister."

"Thank you very much. I hope you will," said Peter.

And that afternoon Sister Scholastica arrived, and established herself in the sick-room. Sister Scholastica was young, pale, serene, competent.

But sometimes she had to send for Peter.

"She refuses to take her milk. Possibly she will take it from you," the sister said.

Then Peter would a.s.sume a half-bluff (perhaps half-wheedling?) tone of mastery.

"Come, Marietta! You must take your milk. The Signorino wishes it. You must not disobey the Signorino."

And Marietta, with a groan, would rouse herself, and take it, Peter holding the cup to her lips.

On the third day, in the morning, Sister Scholastica said, "She imagines that she is worse. I do not think so myself. But she keeps repeating that she is going to die. She wishes to see a priest. I think it would make her feel easier. Can you send for the Parrocco? Please let him know that it is not an occasion for the Sacraments. But it would do her good if he would come and talk with her."

And the doctor, who arrived just then, having visited Marietta, confirmed the sister's opinion.

"She is no worse--she is, if anything, rather better. Her malady is taking its natural course. But people of her cla.s.s always fancy they are going to die, if they are ill enough to stay in bed. It is the panic of ignorance. Yes, I think it would do her good to see a priest. But there is not the slightest occasion for the Sacraments."

So Peter sent Gigi to the village for the Parrocco. And Gigi came back with the intelligence that the Parrocco was away, making a retreat, and would not return till Sat.u.r.day. To-day was Wednesday.

"What shall we do now?" Peter asked of Sister Scholastica.

"There is Monsignor Langshawe, at Castel Ventirose," said the sister.

"Could I ask him to come?" Peter doubted.

"Certainly," said the sister. "In a case of illness, the nearest priest will always gladly come."

So Peter despatched Gigi with a note to Monsignor Langshawe.

And presently up drove a brougham, with Gigi on the box beside the coachman. And from the brougham descended, not Monsignor Langshawe, but Cardinal Udeschini, followed by Emilia Manfredi.

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