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i so the miracles of* antichrist
should hear shots and signs of alarm from Diamante.
Then they would rush upon the city with fire and
sword, and march at the head of all these starving
people as the generals and leaders of the pillage.
That whole autumn Donna Micaela had to nurse
both her father and Don Ferrante, who lay ill month
after month. She had been told, however, that their
lives were nowise in danger.
She was very glad as long as Don Ferrante was
spared, for it was her only hope that the people
would have regard for him, who was of an old and
respected family.
Sitting there at the bedside she often longed for
Gaetano, and many a time she wished he were home.
She would feel no anguish or fear of death, were he
again in his workshop. Then she could not have
felt anything but safety and peace.
Even now, when he was far away, her thoughts went
in search of him when fright almost drove her mad.
She had not, however, received a single letter from
him, while he had been away, so that at times she
believed that he had entirely forgotten her. At
other times she was certain that he loved her,
because she felt so compelled to think of him that she
knew that in spirit he was near her and called her.
This autumn she finally received a letter from
Gaetano. Ah, what a letter ! Donna Micaela’s first
thought was to burn it.
She had gone up on the terrace in order to be alone
when she read it. Up there she had once h*,ard
Gaetano’s declaration of love, and that had not
affected her at all. That had neither warmed her
nor frightened her.
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