V
The next morning Muzzio came in to breakfast; he seemed happy and greeted Valeria cheerfully. She answered him in confusion—stole a glance at him—and felt frightened at the sight of that serene happy face, those piercing and inquisitive eyes. Muzzio was beginning again to tell some story ... but Fabio interrupted him at the first word.
‘You could not sleep, I see, in your new quarters. My wife and I heard you playing last night’s song.’
‘Yes! Did you hear it?’ said Muzzio. ‘I played it indeed; but I had been asleep before that, and I had a wonderful dream too.’
Valeria was on the alert. ‘What sort of dream?’ asked Fabio.
‘I dreamed,’ answered Muzzio, not taking his eyes off Valeria, ‘I was entering a spacious apartment with a ceiling decorated in Oriental fashion, carved columns supported the roof, the walls were covered with tiles, and though there were neither windows nor lights, the whole room was filled with a rosy light, just as though it were all built of transparent stone. In the corners, Chinese censers were smoking, on the floor lay brocaded cushions along a narrow rug. I went in through a door covered with a curtain, and at another door just opposite appeared a woman whom I once loved. And so beautiful she seemed to me, that I was all aflame with my old love....’
Muzzio broke off significantly. Valeria sat motionless, and only gradually she turned white ... and she drew her breath more slowly.
‘Then,’ continued Muzzio, ‘I waked up and played that song.’
‘But who was that woman?’ said Fabio.
‘Who was she? The wife of an Indian—I met her in the town of Delhi.... She is not alive now—she died.’
‘And her husband?’ asked Fabio, not knowing why he asked the question.
‘Her husband, too, they say is dead. I soon lost sight of them both.’
‘Strange!’ observed Fabio. ‘My wife too had an extraordinary dream last night’—Muzzio gazed intently at Valeria—‘which she did not tell me,’ added Fabio.
But at this point Valeria got up and went out of the room. Immediately after breakfast, Muzzio too went away, explaining that he had to be in Ferrara on business, and that he would not be back before the evening.