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the feast of san sebastiano ij7i
XI
THE FEAST OF SAN SEBASTIANO
WHEN Gaetano had rushed away, Donna Micaela
remained standing in Donna Elisa’s garden a long
time. She stood there completely paralyzed and
could neither feel nor think.
At last it occurred to her that Gaetano and she
were not the only ones in the world. She remembered
her father, lying ill, and whom she had forgotten for
so many hours.
She went through the portal, out on the Corso,
which lay deserted and empty. Noise and shots
could still be heard far away, and she said to herself
that there must be fighting down by Porta Etnea.
The facade of the summer palace lay bathed in the
bright moonlight, and it surprised her, that at this
time of night the balcony doors were open and that
the blinds were not closed. She wondered still more
that both the portal and shop-door stood wide open.
As she passed through the archway, she did not
there see Piero, the old porter. The lantern in the
court was not lit, and there was not a person to be
seen anywhere.
She ascended the steps to the gallery, and her foot
hit against something hard. It was a small bronze
vase, which belonged in the music-room. A few steps
farther up she found a knife. It was a case-knife with
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