"
She swept him a mocking reverence, so full of grace and coquetry that
the maidens all flocked back from their hiding-places to see how the
young signor would receive it.
"I know not which pleaseth me best," he answered lightly; "the grace of
the garlands, or the grace of the dance, or the grace of the _damigelle_
who have so wrought for the beauty of this fete. Nay, I may not enter,
for the Lady Laura will await my coming."
"Is this day then so full of gravity that one may not steal a moment to
dance at one's own fete, Signer Consigliere?" she retorted, mockingly.
But the Lady Laura herself was coming toward them, with slow, stately
steps, hiding her impatience--for the morning had seemed long.
At sight of her Marcantonio bent his knee with the knightly homage still
in vogue, and gave his hand to conduct her to her boudoir.
"Signer Consigliere,"--she began, with a stately congratulation, when
they were quite alone in her own boudoir; she had been planning, during
the long morning, a speech that should be of a dignity to suit so great
an occasion, but the words died away upon her lips; for once she forgot
Venice and the Ca' Giustiniani, and the mother was uppermost.
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