The Cardinal's Snuff Box
Page 118"First," she whispered, "I wish to beg the Signorino to pardon
all this trouble I am making for him. I am the Signorino's
servant; but instead of serving, I make trouble for him."
She paused. The Cardinal smiled at Peter.
Peter answered, "Marietta, if you talk like that, you will make
the Signorino cry. You are the best servant that ever lived.
You are putting me to no trouble at all. You are giving me a
chance--which I should be glad of, except that it involves your
suffering--to show my affection for you, and my gratitude."
"There, dear," said the Cardinal to her, "you see the Signorino
makes nothing of that. Now the next thing. Go on."
I have to ask the Signorino's forgiveness for my impertinence,"
"Impertinence--?" faltered Peter. "You have never been
impertinent."
"Scusi, Signorino," she went on, in her whisper. "I have
sometimes contradicted the Signorino. I contradicted the
Signorino when he told me that St. Anthony of Padua was born in
Lisbon. It is impertinent of a servant to contradict her
master. And now his most high Eminence says the Signorino was
right. I beg the Signorino to forgive me."
Again the Cardinal smiled at Peter.
"You dear old woman," Peter half laughed, half sobbed, "how can
you ask me to forgive a mere difference of opinion? You--you
The Cardinal smiled, and patted Marietta's hand.
"The Signorino is too good," Marietta sighed.
"Go on, dear," said the Cardinal.
"I have been guilty of the deadly sin of evil speaking. I have
spoken evil of the Signorino," she went on. "I said--I said to
people--that the Signorino was simple--that he was simple and
natural. I thought so then. Now I know it is not so. I know
it is only that the Signorino is English."
Once more the Cardinal smiled at Peter.
Again Peter half laughed, half sobbed.
"Marietta! Of course I am simple and natural. At least, I try
about these things any more."
She looked up, she smiled faintly.
"The Signorino is too good," she whispered.
After a little interval of silence, "Now, dear," said the
Cardinal, "the last thing of all."
Marietta gave a groan, turning her head from side to side on
her pillow.
"You need not be afraid," said the Cardinal. "Mr. Marchdale
will certainly forgive you."