"She has therefore come?" cried Corilla, with an outburst of joy.
"She is now here," he laconically said.
Corilla no longer listened to him, she walked back and forth with a
triumphant mien, a cruel, malicious smile playing upon her lips.
At this moment there was a slight knock at the door, which was opened,
and a man who appeared upon the threshold glanced into the room with a
grinning laugh.
Corilla gave him a sign, and at the same time pointed at Carlo, who,
having his back toward her, seemed to have no suspicion of what was
occurring behind him. But he saw it, nevertheless, in the tall mirror
that stood in the middle of the room; he saw Corilla make signs of
intelligence with that man who was in the livery of Cardinal Francesco
Albani; he saw the man make answer with his fingers, and then draw forth
a dagger, which he threateningly swung over his head.
Oh, Carlo had very well understood what that man said, as he also did
that language of the fingers, this much-used language of the Romans and
Neapolitans.
The man had said: "She is here, that beautiful lady! She can no longer
escape us!"
"You will strike her?" had Corilla asked.
The man had swung the dagger over his head and held up two fingers of
his right hand. That signified: "In two hours she will be dead."
"Good! you shall be satisfied with me," had been Corilla's answer.
The door was again closed. Corilla turned smiling to Carlo, her former
rancor seemed to have vanished; she was in high spirits.
"Carlo," said she, "how good you are not to leave me! Let us now begin.
I feel myself glowing with inspiration. Ah, I shall enrapture these good
Romans, I think!"
"How long will this improvisation last?" Carlo gruffly asked.
"Well, one or two hours, according to the delight we give our public."
"If this farce continues longer than an hour and a half, I shall throw
down my harp and go away," said Carlo, in a tone of severity. "I swear
it to you by the spirit of my mother! Remember it; I shall show you the
time every quarter of an hour."
"You are a tyrant," said she, laughing. "But I suppose I must submit.
Give, therefore, the signal that we are ready."