human
Well, Mascari, said the Prince, looking up towards his parasite, who stood by the embrasure of the deep-set barricaded window,
gpt
Am I to be blamed for dulness in not being able to conjecture who had the courage to thwart the projects of the Prince di --. As well blame me for not accounting for miracles.
human
I will tell thee who it was, most sapient Mascari.
gpt
Who, your Excellency?
human
Zicci.
gpt
Ah! he has the daring of the devil. But why does your Excellency feel so assured,--does he court the actress?
human
I know not; but there is a tone in that foreigner's voice that I never can mistake,--so clear, and yet so hollow; when I hear it I almost fancy there is such a thing as conscience. However, we must rid ourselves of an impertinent. Mascari, Signor Zicci hath not yet honored our poor house with his presence. He is a distinguished stranger,--we must give a banquet in his honor.
gpt
Ah! and the cypress wine! The cypress is the proper emblem of the grave.
human
But this anon. I am superstitious; there are strange stories of his power and foresight,--remember the Sicilian quackery! But meanwhile the Pisani--
gpt
Your Excellency is infatuated. The actress has bewitched you.
human
Mascari, said the Prince, with a haughty smile,
gpt
Another ambuscade?
human
Nay, why not enter the house itself? The situation is lonely, and the door is not made of iron.