“It is no secret at all, sister,” said the earl, with a quiet smile, as he rose from the divan and saluted the duchess. “It is so little a secret, that I shall recite this sonnet at the court festival this very evening. I shall not, therefore, need your secrecy, Rosabella.”
“So the fair Geraldine never shows herself to you unless in a dark veil, black as the night,” said the duchess, musingly. “But tell me, brother, who then is the fair Geraldine? Of the ladies at court, I know not a single one who bears that name.”
“So you see from that, the whole is only a fiction—a creation of my fancy.”
“No, indeed,” said she, smiling; “one does not write with such warmth and enthusiasm unless he is really in love. You sing your lady-love, and you give her another name. That is very plain. Do not deny it, Henry, for I know indeed that you have a lady-love. It may be read in your eyes. And look you! it is on account of this dear one that I have come to you. It pains me, Henry, that you have no confidence in me, and allow me no share in your joys and sorrows. Do you not know, then, how tenderly I love you, my dear, noble brother?”
She put her arm tenderly round his neck, and wanted to kiss him. He bent his head back, and laying his hand on her rosy, round chin, he looked inquiringly and smilingly into her eyes.
“You want something of me, Rosabella!” said he. “I have never yet enjoyed your tenderness and sisterly affection, except when you needed my services.”
“How suspicious you are!” cried she, with a charming pout, as she shook his hand away from her face. “I have come from wholly disinterested sympathy; partly to warn you, partly to find out whether your love is perchance fixed upon a lady that would render my warning useless.”
“Well, so you see, Rosabella, that I was right, and that your tenderness was not aimless. Now, then, you want to warn me? I have yet to learn that I need any warning.”
“Nay, brother! For it would certainly be very dangerous and mischievous for you, if your love should chance not to be in accordance with the command of the king.”
A momentary flush spread over Henry Howard’s face, and his brow darkened.