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Chapter III
While Renzo was relating with pain what Agnese with pain listened to,
Lucia entered the room. They both turned towards her: she indeed knew more
about it than they, and of her they awaited in explanation which could not but
be distressing. In the midst of their sorrow they both, according to the
different nature of the love they bore Lucia, discovered in their own manner a
degree of anger that she had concealed anything from them, especially of such
a nature. Agnese, although anxious to hear her daughter speak, could not
refrain from a slight reproof, `To say nothing to your mother in such a case!`
`Now I will tell you all,` answered Lucia, as she dried her eyes with her
apron.
`Speak, speak! - Speak, speak!` at once cried both mother and lover.
`Most Holy Virgin!` exclaimed Lucia, `who could have believed it would
have come to this!` Then with a voice tremulous with weeping, she related how,
as she was returning from her spinning, and had loitered behind her
companions, Don Rodrigo, in company with another gentleman, had passed by her;
that he had tried to engage her in foolish talk, as she called it; but she,
without giving him an answer, had quickened her pace, and joined her
companions; then she had heard the other gentleman laugh loudly, and Don
Rodrigo say, `I`ll lay you a wager.` The next day they were again on the road,
but Lucia was in the midst of her companions with her eyes on the ground; when
the other gentleman laughed, and Don Rodrigo said, `We shall see, we shall
see.` `This day,` continued Lucia, `thank God, was the last of the spinning. I
related immediately . . . `
`Who was it you told it to?` demanded Agnese, waiting, not without a
little displeasure, for the name of the confidante who had been preferred.
`To father Cristoforo, in confession, mamma,` replied Lucia, with a sweet
tone of apology. `I related the whole to him, the last time we went to church
together, at the convent: and if you noticed, that morning I kept putting my
hand to one thing and another, to pass the time till other people were on the
road, that we might go in company with them; because, after that meeting, the
roads make me so frightened.`
At the reverend name of father Cristoforo, the wrath of Agnese subsided.
`You did well,` said she; `but why not tell all to your mother also?`
Lucia had had two good reasons: one not to distress and frighten the good
woman, about an event against which she could have found no remedy; the other
not to run the risk of a story travelling from mouth to mouth, which she
wished to be kept with jealous silence; the more so because Lucia hoped that
her marriage would have cut short at the beginning this abominated
persecution. Of these two reasons she alleged only the first. `And to you,`
said she, turning to Renzo, with that tone which reminds a friend that he is
unreasonable: `And to you could I speak about this? Surely you know too much
of it now!`
`And what did the father say to you?` asked Agnese.
`He told me that I must try to hasten the wedding as much as I could, and
in the mean time to keep myself within - doors; that I should pray to the
Lord; and he hoped that this man, if he did not see me, would not care any
more about me. And it was then that I forced myself; continued she, turning
again towards Renzo, without however raising her eyes, and blushing to the
temples, `it was then that I put on a too - bold face, and begged you to get
it done soon, and have it concluded before the fixed time. Who knows what you
must have thought of me! But I did it for good, and it was advised me, and I
thought for certain . . . and this morning I was so far from thinking . . .`
Here Lucia`s words were cut short by a violent burst of tears.
`Ah, rascal! wretch! murderer!` exclaimed Renzo, striding backwards and
forwards across the room, and grasping from time to time the hilt of his
dagger.
`Oh, heavens, what a fury!` exclaimed Agnese. The young man suddenly drew
himself up before Lucia, who was weeping, looked at her with an anxious and
embittered tenderness, and said, `This is the last deed this assassin shall
do.`
`Ah, no, Renzo, for Heaven`s sake!` cried Lucia; `no, no, for Heaven`s
sake! God is on the side of the poor, and how can we expect him to help us if
we do wrong?`
`No, no, for Heaven`s sake!` echoed Agnese.
`Renzo,` said Lucia, with an air of hope and more tranquil resolution,
`you have a trade, and I know how to work; let us go so far off that this man
will hear no more about us.`
`Ah, Lucia! and what then? We are not yet man and wife! Will the curate
give us a certificate of no impediment, such a man as he is? If we were
married, oh then! . . . `
Lucia began to weep again, and all three remained silent, giving signs of
depression which contrasted strangely with the festive gaiety of their dress.
`Listen, my children; attend to me,` said Agnese, after some moments; `I
came into the world long before you; and I know something about the world. You
need not frighten yourselves too much: things are not so bad as people make
out. To us poor people the skein seems more entangled because we cannot get
hold of the right end; but sometimes a piece of good advice, a little talk
with a man who has got learning . . . I know well enough what I would say. Do
as I tell you, Renzo; go to Lecco, seek for Dr Azzecca - Garbugli,^1 tell him
all about it, - but mind you don`t call him so, for Heaven`s sake: it`s a nick
- name. You must tell the Signor Doctor - What in the world do they call him?
Oh dear! I don`t know his right name: everybody calls him so. Never mind, seek
for this doctor; he is tall, thin, bald, with a red nose and a raspberry -
coloured mole on his cheek.`
[Footnote 1: i.e., a picker of quarrels.]
`I know him by sight,` said Renzo.
`Well,` continued Agnese, `he is a man! I have seen more than one person,
bothered like a chicken in a bundle of hemp, and who did not know where to put
his head, and after being an hour nose to nose with the Dr Azzecca - Garbugli,
(take good care you don`t call him so) - I have seen him, I say, make a joke
of it. Take these four capons, poor creatures! whose necks I ought to have
wrung for tonight`s supper, and carry them to him; because we must never go
empty - handed to these gentlemen. Relate to him all that has happened, and
you`ll see he will tell you, in a twinkling, things which would not come into
our heads if we were to think about them for a year.`
Renzo willingly embraced this counsel; Lucia approved it; and Agnese,
proud of having given it, took the poor creatures one by one from the hen -
coop, united their eight legs, as one makes up a bunch of flowers, tied them
up with a piece of string, and consigned them to the hands of Renzo, who,
after giving and receiving words of encouragement and hope, went out by a
little gate from the garden, that he might escape the observation of the boys,
who would have run after him, crying. `The bridegroom! the bridegroom!` Thus,
having crossed the fields, or, as they call them there, the places, he
continued his route along narrow lanes, giving utterance to his bitter
thoughts, as he reflected on his misfortune, and considering what he must say
to the Dr Azzecca - Garbugli. I leave it to the reader to think how the
journey was enjoyed by those poor creatures, so bound together, and held by
the feet with their heads downwards, in the hand of a man who, agitated by so
many passions, accompanied with appropriate gesture the thoughts which rushed
tumultuously through his mind; and in moments of anger or determination,
suddenly extending his arm, inflicted terrible shocks upon them, and caused
those four pendent heads to bob violently, if we may be allowed the
expression; they, meanwhile, vigorously applying themselves to peck each
other, as too often happens among friends in adversity.
Arriving at the village, he inquired for the Doctor`s house, and when it
was pointed out to him, quickly made his way thither. On approaching it,
however, he began to feel that bashfulness so usual with the poor and ignorant
in the presence of a gentleman or man of learning, and forgot all the fine
speeches he had prepared; but a glance at the chickens he carried in his hand
restored his courage. He went into the kitchen, and asked the maid - servant
if he could see the Signor Doctor. The woman looked at the birds, and, as if
accustomed to such presents, was about to take them in her hand, but Renzo
held them back, because he wanted the Doctor to see he had brought something
with him. Just at this moment, the wished - for personage made his appearance,
as the servant was saying. `Give them here, and go forward to the study.`
Renzo made a low bow to the Doctor, who graciously bid him `Come in, my son,`
and took him into his study. It was a large room, decorated on three sides
with portraits of the twelve Caesars; the remaining wall was hidden by a large
bookcase, filled with old and dusty books: in the middle of the room stood a
table covered with extracts, petitions, libels, and proclamations: three or
four chairs were scattered around, and on one side was a large arm - chair,
with a high square back, terminating at the corners in two horn - shaped
ornaments of wood, and covered with leather, fastened down with large nails.
Some of these had fallen out, so that the leather curled up here and there at
pleasure, leaving the corners unencumbered. The Doctor was in his
dressinggown; that is to say, he had on a faded robe, which had served him
form any years to harangue in on days of state, when he went to Milan on any
important cause. Having shut the door, he re - animated the young man`s
confidence with these words: `Tell me your case, my son.`
`I wish to speak a word to you in confidence.`
`I`m ready - speak,` replied the Doctor, seating himself on his armchair.
Renzo stood before the table, and twirling his hat with his right hand
round the other, continued: `I want to know from you, who have studied . . .`
`Tell the case as it is,` interrupted the Doctor.
`Excuse me, Signor Doctor: we poor people don`t know how to speak
properly. I want, then, to know . . .`
`Blessed set you are! You are all alike. Instead of relating your case,
you ask questions, because you`ve already made up your minds.`
`I beg your pardon, Signor Doctor. I want to know if there`s any
punishment for threatening a curate, and forbidding him to celebrate a
marriage?
`I understand,` muttered the doctor, who in truth had not understood; `I
understand.` He then put on a serious face; but it was a seriousness mingled
with an air of compassion and importance; and, pressing his lips, he uttered
an inarticulate sound, betokening a sentiment, afterwards more clearly
expressed in his first words. `A serious case, my son. There are laws to the
point. You have done well to come to me. It is a clear case, recognized in a
hundred proclamations, and . . . stay! in an edict of the last year, by the
present Signor Governor. I`ll let you see it and handle it directly.`
So saying, he rose from his seat, and hunted through the chaos of papers,
shovelling the lower ones uppermost with his hands, as if he were throwing
corn into a measure.
`Where can it be? Come nearer, come nearer. One is obliged to have so
many things in hand! But it must surely be here, for it is a proclamation of
importance. Ah! here it is, here it is!` He took it, unfolded it, looked at
the date, and with a still more serious face, continued, `The fifteenth of
October, 1627. Certainly; it is last year`s; a fresh proclamation; it is these
that cause such fear. Can you read, my son?`
`A little, Signor Doctor.`
`Very well, follow me with your eye, and you shall see.` And holding the
edict displayed in the air, he began to read, rapidly muttering some passages,
and pausing distinctly, with marked emphasis, upon others, as the case
required.
`Although in the proclamation published by order of the Signor Duke of
Feria, the 14th December, 1620, and confirmed by the Most Illustrious and Most
Excellent Signor, the Signor Gonzalo Fernandez de Cordova, Fc., there was
provision made, by extraordinary and rigorous measures, against oppressions,
commotions, and tyrannical acts that some persons dare to commit against the
devoted subjects of his Majesty; nevertheless, the frequency of crimes and
violences, Fc., has increased to such a degree, that his Excellency is under
the necessity, Fc. Wherefore, with the concurrence of the Senate and a
Council, Fc., he has resolved to publish the present edi t.
`And, to begin with tyrannical acts, experience showing, that many, as
well in cities, as in the country, Do you hear? excite commotions in this
state by violence, and oppress the weak in various ways, as, for example, by
compelling them to make hard bargains in purchases, rents, Fc., where am I?
ah! here! look - to perform or not to perform marriages; eh!`
`That is my case,` said Renzo.
`Listen, listen; there is plenty more; and then we shall see the penalty.
To give evidence, or not to give evidence; compelling one to leave his home,
Fc., another to pay a debt: all this has nothing to do with us. Ah! we have it
here; this priest not to perform that to which he is obliged by his office, or
to do things which do not belong to him. Eh!`
`It seems as if they had made the edict exactly for me.`
`Eh! is it not so? listen, listen: and similar oppressions, whether
perpetrated by feudatories; the nobility, middle ranks, lower orders, or
plebeians. No one escapes: they are all here: it is like the valley of
Jehoshaphat. Listen now to the penalty. All these, and other such like
criminal acts, although they are prohibited, nevertheless, it being necessary
to use greater rigour, his Excellency, not relenting in this proclamation,
Fc., enjoins and commands that against all offenders under any of the above -
mentioned heads, or the like, all the ordinary magistrates of the state shall
proceed by pecuniary and corporal punishment, by banishment or the galleys,
and even by death . . . a mere bagatelle! at the will of his Excellency or of
the Senate, according to the character of the cases, persons and
circumstances. And this ir - re - mis - si - bly, and with all rigour, &c.
There`s plenty of it here, eh? And see, here`s the signature: Gonzalo
Fernandez de Cordova: and lower down; Platonus; and here again: Vidit Ferrer:
there`s nothing wanting.`
While the Doctor was reading, Renzo slowly followed him with his eye,
trying to draw out the simple meaning, and to behold for himself those blessed
words, which he believed were to render him assistance. The Doctor, seeing his
client more attentive than alarmed, was greatly surprised. He must be
matriculated, said he to himself - `Ah! ah!` added he aloud; `you have been
obliged to shave off the lock. You have been prudent; however you need not
have done so, when putting yourself under my hands. The case is serious; but
you don`t know what I have courage to do in a time of need.`
To understand this mistake of the Doctor`s, it must be known, that at
that time, bravoes by profession, and villains of every kind, used to wear a
long lock of hair, which they drew over the face like a visor on meeting any
one, when the occasion was one which rendered disguise necessary, and the
undertaking such as required both force and circumspection.
The proclamation had not been silent with regard to this matter. `His
Excellency (the Marquis of La Hynojosa) commands that whosoever shall wear his
hair of such a length as to cover his forehead as far as the eyebrows only, or
shall wear tresses either before or behind the ears, shall incur the penalty
of three hundred crowns; or in case of inability, three years in the galleys
for the first offence, and for the second, besides the above, a severer
penalty still, at the will of his Excellency.
`However, in case of baldness or other reasonable cause, as a mark or
wound, he gives permission to such, for their greater decorum or health, to
wear their hair so long as may be necessary to cover such failings, and no
more; warning them well to beware of exceeding the limits of duty and pure
necessity, that they may not incur the penalty imposed upon other dissemblers.
`And he also commands all barbers, under penalty of a hundred crowns, or
three stripes, to be given them in public, and even greater corporal
punishment, at the will of his Excellency, as above, that they leave not on
those whom they shave, any kind of the said tresses, locks, curls, or hair,
longer than usual, either on the forehead, temples, or behind the ears; but
that they shall be all of equal length, as above, except in case of baldness,
or other defects, as already described.` The lock, then, might almost be
considered a part of the armour, and a distinctive mark of bravoes and
vagabonds; so that these characters very commonly bore the name of Ciuffi.^2
This term is still used, with a mitigated signification, in the dialect of the
country; and, perhaps, there is not one of our Milanese readers who does not
remember hearing it said of him, in his childhood, either by his relatives,
his tutor, or some family friend, `He is a Ciuffo; he is a Ciuffetto.`
[Footnote 2: ie., Locks.]
`On the word of a poor youth,` replied Renzo, `I never wore a lock in my
life.`
`I can do nothing,` replied the Doctor, shaking his head, with a smile
between malice and impatience. `If you don`t trust me, I can do nothing. He
who tells lies to the lawyer, do you see, my son, is a fool who will tell the
truth to the judge. People must relate matters clearly to the advocate: it is
our business to make them intricate. If you wish me to help you, you must tell
me all from a to z, with your heart in your hand, as if to your confessor. You
must name the person who has employed you. He will most likely be a person of
consequence; and, in that case, I will go to him to perform an act of duty. I
shan`t, however, tell him, do you see, that you told me he had sent you, trust
me. I will tell him I come to implore his protection for a poor slandered
youth, and will take all necessary measures with him to finish the affair
commendably. You understand, that, in securing himself, he will also secure
you. Even if the scrape be all your own, I won`t go back; I have extricated
others from worse predicaments. And if you have not offended a person of
quality, you understand, I will engage to get you out of the difficulty - with
a little expense, you understand. You must tell me who is the offended party,
as they say; and according to the condition, rank, and temper of the person,
we shall see whether it will be better to bring him to reason by offers of
protection, or, in some way, to criminate him, and put a flea in his ear;
because, you see, I know very well how to manage these edicts; no one must be
guilty, and no one must be innocent. As to the curate, if he has any
discretion, he will keep in the back - ground; if he is a simpleton, we will
dispose of him too. One can escape from any intrigue; but it requires one to
act like a man; and your case is serious - serious, I say, serious; the edict
speaks clearly; and if the matter were to be decided between justice and you,
to say the truth, it would go hard with you. I speak to you as a friend. One
must pay for pranks; if you wish to get off clear, money and frankness - trust
yourself to one who wishes you well; obey, and do all that is suggested to
you.`
While the Doctor poured forth this rhapsody, Renzo stood looking at him,
with the spell - bound attention of a labouring man watching a juggler in the
street, who, after thrusting into his mouth handful after handful of tow,
draws forth thence ribbon - ribbon - ribbon - seemingly without end. When, at
last, he understood what the Doctor was saying, and the strange mistake he had
made, he cut short the ribbon in his mouth with these words: `Oh, Signor
Doctor, how have you understood me? The case is exactly the other way. I have
threatened no one; I never do such things, not I; ask all my neighbours, and
you will hear I have never had anything to do with the law. The trick has been
played upon me; and I came to ask you what I must do to get justice, and I am
very glad that I have seen this edict.`
`Hang him!` exclaimed the Doctor, opening his eyes. `What a medley you
have made! So it is: you are all alike; is it possible you don`t know how to
tell things plainly?`
`I beg your pardon, Signor Doctor, you didn`t give me time; now I will
relate the case as it is. You must know, then, that I was to have married to -
day,` and here Renzo`s voice became tremulous - `I was to have married to -
day a young woman to whom I have paid my addresses since the beginning of
summer; and this was the day, as I said, that was fixed with the Signor
Curate, and everything was ready. Well, this morning, the Signor Curate began
to throw out some excuses . . . however, not to tire you, I will only say, I
made him speak, as was but just; and he confessed that he had been forbidden
under pain of death, to celebrate this marriage. This tyrant of a Don
Rodrigo . . .`
`Get you gone!` quickly interrupted the Doctor, raising his eyebrows,
wrinkling his red nose, and distorting his mouth; `get you gone! Why do you
come here to rack my brain with these lies? Talk in this way to your
companions, who don`t know the meaning of words, and don`t come and utter them
to a gentleman who knows well what they are worth. Go away, go away; you don`t
know what you are talking about; I don`t meddle with boys; I don`t want to
hear talk of this sort: talk in the air.`
`I will take an oath . . .`
`Get you gone, I tell you; what do I care for your oaths! I won`t enter
into the business; I wash my hands of it.` And he began rubbing and twirling
them one over the other, as if he were really washing them. `Learn how to
speak; and don`t come and take a gentleman thus by surprise.`
`But listen - but listen,` vainly repeated Renzo. The Doctor, fuming all
the time, pushed him towards the door, and, on reaching it, set it wide open,
called the servant, and said, `Be quick and give this man what he brought. I
want nothing, I want nothing.` The woman had never before executed a similar
order all the time she had been in the Doctor`s service; but it was pronounced
in so resolute a manner, that she did not hesitate to obey. So, taking the
four poor birds, she gave them to Renzo, with a look of contemptuous
compassion, which seemed to say, `you must indeed have made a grand blunder.`
Renzo tried to be ceremonious, but the Doctor was inexorable; and the unhappy
wight, astonished and bewildered, and more wrathful than ever, was compelled
to take back the restored victims, and return to the country to relate the
pleasing result of his expedition to Agnese and Lucia.
During his absence, after sorrowfully changing their nuptial robes for
the humble daily dress, they had set themselves to consult anew, Lucia
sobbing, Agnese sighing mournfully, from time to time. When Agnese had
sufficiently enlarged upon the great effects they might hope for from the
Doctor`s advice, Lucia remarked, that they ought to try every method likely to
assist them; that Father Cristoforo was a man not only to advise, but also to
render more effectual assistance, where it concerned the poor and unfortunate;
and that it would be a good thing if they could let him know what had
happened.
`It would, indeed,` replied Agnese; and they began immediately to
contrive together some plan to accomplish it; since, to go themselves to the
convent, distant, perhaps, two miles, was an undertaking they would rather not
risk that day; and, certainly, no one with any judgment would have advised
them to do so. While, however, they were thus engaged in weighing the
different sides of the question, they heard a knock at the door; and at the
same moment, a low but distinct Deo Gratias. Lucia, wondering who it could be,
ran to open it, and immediately, making a low bow, there entered a lay
Capuchin collector, his bag hanging over his left shoulder, and the mouth of
it twisted and held tight in his two hands, over his breast. `Oh, brother
Galdino!` exclaimed the two women. `The Lord be with you,` said the friar; `I
have come to beg for the nuts.`
`Go and fetch the nuts for the Fathers,` said Agnese. Lucia arose, and
moved towards the other room; but, before entering it, she paused behind the
friar`s back, who remained standing in exactly the same position; and putting
her fore - finger on her lips, gave her mother a look demanding secrecy, in
which were mingled tenderness, supplication, and even a certain air of
authority.
The collector, inquisitively eying Agnese at a distance, said, `And this
wedding? I thought it was to have been to-day; but I noticed a stir in the
neighbourhood, as if indicating something new. What has happened?`
`The Signor Curate is ill, and we are obliged to postpone it,` hastily
replied Agnese. Probably the answer might have been very different, if Lucia
had not given her the hint. `And how does the collection go on?` added she,
wishing to change the conversation.
`Badly, good woman, badly. They are all here.` And so saying, he took the
wallet off his shoulders and tossed it up between his hands into the air.
`They are all here; and to collect this mighty abundance, I have had to knock
at ten doors.`
`But the year is scarce, brother Galdino; and when one has to struggle
for bread, one measures everything according to the scarcity.`
`And what must we do, good woman, to make better times return? Give alms.
Don`t you know the miracle of the nuts that happened many years ago in our
Convent of Romagna?`
`No, indeed! tell me.`
`Well, you must know, then, that in our convent, there was a holy Father,
whose name was Father Macario. One day, in winter, walking along a narrow
path, in a field belonging to one of our benefactors - a good man also -
Father Macario saw him standing near a large walnut - tree, and four peasants,
with axes upraised, about to fell it, having laid bare its roots to the sun.
"What are you doing to this poor tree?" asked Father Macario. "Why, Father, it
has borne no fruit for many years, so now I will make firing of it." "Leave
it, leave it," said the Father; "be assured this year it will produce more
fruit than leaves." The benefactor, knowing who it was that had uttered these
words, immediately ordered the workmen to throw the soil upon the roots again;
and calling to the Father, who continued his walk said, "Father Macario, half
of the crop shall be for the convent." The report of the prophecy spread, and
every one flocked to see the tree. Spring, in very truth, brought blossoms
without number, and then followed nuts - nuts without number. The good
benefactor had not the happiness of gathering them, for he went before the
harvest to receive the reward of his charity. But the miracle was, in
consequence, so much the greater, as you will hear. This worthy man left
behind him a son of very different character. Well, then, at the time of
gathering, the collector went to receive the moiety belonging to the covenant;
but the son pretended perfect ignorance of the manner, and had the temerity to
reply that he had never heard that Capuchins knew how to gather nuts. What do
you think happened then? One day (listen to this,) the knave was entertaining
a party of his friends, of the same genius at himself, and while making merry,
he related the story of the wallnuts, and ridiculed the friars. His jovial
friends wished to go see this wonderful heap of nuts, and he conducted them to
the store house. But listen now; he opened the door, went towards the corner
where the great heap had been laid, and while saying, "Look," he looked
himself, and saw - what do you think? - a magnificent heap of withered walnut
- leaves! This was a lesson for him! and the convent, instead of being a loser
by the denied alms, gained thereby; for, after so great a miracle, the
contribution of nuts increased to such a degree, that a benefactor, moved with
pity for the poor collector, made a present to the convent of an ass, to
assist in carrying the nuts home. And so much oil was made, that all the poor
in the neighborhood came and had as much as they required; for we are like the
sea, which receives water from all quarters, and returns it to be again
distributed through the rivers.`
At this moment Lucia returned, her apron so laden with nuts, that it was
with difficulty she cotld manage it, holding the two corners stretched out at
arm`s length, while the friar Galdino lifted the sack off his shoulders, and
putting it on the ground, opened the mouth for the reception of the abundant
gift. Agnese glanced towards Lucia a surprised and reproachful look for her
prodigality; but Lucia returned a glance which seemed to say, `I will justify
myself.` The friar broke forth into praises, prognostications, promises, and
expressions of gratitude, and replacing his bag, was about to depart. But
Lucia, recalling him, said, `I want you to do me a kindness; I want you to
tell Father Cristoforo that we earnestly wish to speak to him, and ask him to
be a good as to come to us poor people quickly - directly; for I cannot go to
the church.`
`Is this all? It shall not be an hour before Father Cristoforo knows your
wish.`
`I believe you.`
`You need not fear.` And so saying, he departed, rather more burdened and
a little better satisfied than when he entered the house.
Let no one think, on hearing that a poor girl sent to ask with such
confidence for Father Cristoforo, and that the collector accepted the
commission without wonder and without difficulty - let no one, I say, suppose
that this Cristoforo was a mean friar - a person of no importance. He was, on
the contrary, a man who had great authority among his friends, and in the
country around; but, such was the condition of the Capuchins, that nothing
appeared to them either too high or too low. To minister to the basest, and to
be ministered to by the most powerful; to enter palaces or hovels with the
same deportment of humility and security; to be sometimesuin the same house
the object of ridicule and a person without whom nothing could be decided; to
solicit alms everywhere, and distribute them to all those who begged at the
convent: - a Capuchin was accustomed to all these. Traversing the road, he was
equally liable to meet a noble who would reverently kiss the end of the rope
round his waist, or a crowd of wicked boys, who, pretending to be quarrelling
among themselves, would fling at his beard dirt and mire. The word frate was
pronounced in those days with the greatest respect, and again with the
bitterest contempt; and the Capuchins, perhaps, more than any other order,
were the objects of two directly opposite sentiments, and shared two directly
opposite kinds of treatment; because, possessing no property, wearing a more
than ordinarily distinctive habit, and making more open professions of
humiliation, they exposed themselves more directly to the veneration, or the
contumely, which these circumstances would excite, according to the different
tempers and different opinions of men.
As soon as the friar had left, - `All those nuts!` exclaimed Agnese: `and
in such a year too!`
`I beg pardon, mother,` replied Lucia: `but if we had only given like
others, brother Galdino would have had to go about no one knows how long,
before his wallet would have been filled; and we cannot tell when he would
have returned to the convent; besides, what with chatting here and there, he
would very likely have forgotten . . .`
`Ah! you thought wisely; and, after all, charity always brings a good
reward,` said Agnese, who, spite of her little defects, was a good woman; and
would have given everything she owned for this only daughter, whom she loved
with the tenderest affection.
At this moment Renzo arrived, and, entering with an irritated and
mortified countenance, threw the chickens on the table; and this was the last
sad vicissitude the poor creatures underwent that day.
`Fine advice you gave me!` said he to Agnese. `You sent me to a nice
gentleman, to one who really helps the unfortunate!` And he began immediately
to relate his reception at the Doctor`s. Poor Agnese, astonished at his ill
success, endeavoured to prove that her advice had been good, and that Renzo
had not gone about the business cleverly; but Lucia interrupted the question,
by announcing that she hoped they had found a better helper. Renzo welcomed
the hope as most people do who are in misfortune and perplexity. "But if the
Father,` said he, `does not find us a remedy, I will find one somehow or
other.` The women recommended peace, patience, and prudence. `To - morrow,`
said Lucia, `Father Cristoforo will certainly come, and you`ll see he will
find some help that we poor people can`t even imagine.`
`I hope so,` said Renzo; `but in any case I will get redress, or find
some one to get it for me. There must be justice in the end, even in this
world!`
In such melancholy discourse, and in such occurrences as have been
described, the day wore away, and began to decline.
`Good night,` said Lucia, sorrowfully, to Renzo, who could not make up
his mind to leave her. `Good night,` replied he, still more mournfully.
`Some saint will help us,` added she. `Be prudent, and try to be
resigned.` Agnese added other advice of the same kind, and the bridegroom went
away with fury in his heart, repeating all the while those strange words,
`There must be justice at last, even in this world!` So true is it that a man
overwhelmed with great sorrows knows not what he is saying.
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