the world. That makes me fear that his uncle is either in moderate
circumstances or very avaricious."

"But, father, permit me to say that the Signor Deodati of Lucca is very
rich and of high birth," replied the young girl, sadly. "Did not the
banker Marco Riccardi give you satisfactory information on that point?"

"And should he be miserly, Mary, will he accept the conditions I propose?
I shall demand of him the renunciation of a considerable portion of his
possessions in favor of his nephew Geronimo. Would it not be an insult to
you, which your brothers would avenge, were your hand to be refused from
pecuniary motives? I regret that you have so irrevocably fixed your
affections on the Signor Geronimo, when you might have chosen among a
hundred others richer and of higher estate. The head of the powerful house
of Buonvisi had more claim upon my sympathy and yours."

"Simon Turchi!" said the young girl, sorrowfully bowing her head.

"What has this poor Signor Turchi left undone during the past three years
to prove his chivalric love?" replied her father. "Festivals, banquets,
concerts, boating on the Scheldt, nothing has been spared; he has expended
a fortune to please you. At one time you did not dislike him; but ever
since the fatal night when he was attacked by unknown assassins and
wounded in the face, you look upon him with different eyes. Instead of
being grateful to the good Turchi, you comport yourself in such a manner
towards him, that I am induced to believe that you hate him."

"Hate the Signor Turchi!" exclaimed Mary, as if frightened by the
accusation. "Dear father, do not indulge such a thought."