“It was reported that the ship in which you embarked for Naples perished at sea.”
“But who told you the report?”
She paused for an instant, and trembled—
“Filippo!”
“May the God of heaven curse him!” cried I, extending my clinched fists aloft.
“Oh do not curse him—do not curse him!” exclaimed she—“He is—he is —my husband!”
This was all that was wanting to unfold the perfidy that had been practised upon me. My blood boiled like liquid fire in my veins. I gasped with rage too great for utterance. I remained for a time bewildered by the whirl of horrible thoughts that rushed through my mind. The poor victim of deception before me thought it was with her I was incensed. She faintly murmured forth her exculpation. I will not dwell upon it. I saw in it more than she meant to reveal. I saw with a glance how both of us had been betrayed. “’Tis well!” muttered I to myself in smothered accents of concentrated fury. “He shall account to me for this!”
Bianca overhead me. New terror flashed in her countenance. “For mercy’s sake do not meet him—say nothing of what has passed—for my sake say nothing to him—I only shall be the sufferer!”
A new suspicion darted across my mind—“What!” exclaimed I—“do you then fear him—is he unkind to you—tell me,” reiterated I, grasping her hand and looking her eagerly in the face—“tell me—dares he to use you harshly!”
“No! no! no!” cried she faltering and embarrassed; but the glance at her face had told me volumes. I saw in her pallid and wasted features; in the prompt terror and subdued agony of her eye a whole history of a mind broken down by tyranny. Great God! and was this beauteous flower snatched from me to be thus trampled upon? The idea roused me to madness. I clinched my teeth and my hands; I foamed at the mouth; every passion seemed to have resolved itself into the fury that like a lava boiled within my heart. Bianca shrunk from me in speechless affright. As I strode by the window my eye darted down the alley. Fatal moment! I beheld Filippo at a distance! My brain was in a delirium—I sprang from the pavilion, and was before him with the quickness of lightning. He saw me as I came rushing upon him—he turned pale, looked wildly to right and left, as if he would have fled, and trembling drew his sword.