The music was delightful, and I listened to it for some time in silence. Faustina had taken a seat at my right hand. Lorenzo sat next her, and Lando beside me.
“Bravo! Cousin Ginevra,” said the latter in a low tone as soon as the first piece was ended. “Thank heaven, your influence is still all [pg 035] it ought to be!... I am delighted, but not surprised!”
So many things had occupied my mind since my last conversation with him that I was at a loss to know what he referred to.
“You have persuaded Lorenzo to leave Paris?”
“No; he proposed going of his own accord.”
“Indeed! When was that?”
“Last evening.”
“And when are you to leave?”
“Next Monday.”
“A whole week! It is a long time.... In spite of my personal regret to lose you, I wish your departure could take place sooner.”