At last the door was again opened and Benedetto entered; at a sign the soldiers withdrew; to his dismay, Bartolomeo saw his former son standing before him.
Benedetto wore the uniform of an Austrian officer, a kalpak was strapped over his forehead and his coat bedecked with costly gold lace. From his belt hung a dagger, whose handle was inlaid with jewels, which was partly concealed by the flowing mantle that covered his shoulders. As soon as he entered he threw off the mantle and posed, as if to dazzle Bartolomeo with the splendor of his attire.
"You know," he began, without wasting any words, "that you need expect no mercy from me."
The major remained silent, his speech failed him through the brusque manner in which he was addressed. Taking advantage of the situation, Benedetto continued:
"You have betrayed me. Don't deny it—I know all."
"I!" stammered the major, confused.
"Yes, you!—the virago has exposed you."
This remark roused the nobler qualities of Bartolomeo. He was astounded at the impudence of the knave who dared to call Aurora a virago.
"Be silent!" he cried, angrily; "and do not malign the character of a pure woman—you red-headed scoundrel!"
Benedetto moved as if to rise, but on second thoughts he remained seated, and burst into a hearty laugh.