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i so the miracles of* antichrist
wore^ leather breeches and wig. The vehicle was
like an old diligence with a coup£ behind the
coachbox, a high narrow hood and seats on the roof.
But everything was new, the horses were fine,
strong animals, carriage and harness gleamed, and the
occupants were several young ladies and gentlemen
making a tour up to Etna. And naturally they
could not help laughing when they drove by the old
gala-coach. They leaned forward where they sat on
the high carriage-roof, to look at it, and their loud
and ringing laughter echoed between the tall, quiet
houses of Diamante.
Donna Micaela felt very unhappy. They who
drove by were some of her old friends. What
would they say when they came home ? " We
have seen Micaela Palmeri in Diamante." And
they would laugh and relate, laugh and relate.
Her whole life seemed utterly wretched. She was
nothing but a slave of a fool. During her whole life
she would have nothing else to do but to prattle with
Don Ferrante.
When she came home she was completely
exhausted. She was so faint and weary that she could
hardly drag herself up the stairs.
And the whole time Don Ferrante was
congratulating himself, that these grand people had met him
and seen his splendor. He told her that now no one
would mind her being homely, nor that her father
had stolen. Now they knew that she was the wife
of a grand gentleman.
After dinner Donna Micaela sat perfectly silent
and let her father talk with Don Ferrante.
Just then a mandolin began to hum softly under
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