innocent life and noble, if of strange and wayward temper.
Who she was by birth he could not tell. That secret had died with his predecessor.
Daniello knew, but he shut it in his own heart as she shut her lover's name.
The hot months went by, and she lived through them in her misery as the caged lark lives beating his breast against his bars. The greatest terror to her was that of which she never spoke: lest Este should return to the tombs in her absence, and, angered at what would seem her faithlessness, go without knowing the truth.
On the other hand, there was always the faint hope in her that he might hear, and come to Orbetello.
The months passed, and the law court opened earlier than the custom of it was, because there was a great case of fraud, in which public names were involved, for which it was desirable to clear the way by getting through all trials of lesser interest.
By persuasion and some free use of his good money, Daniello's advocate procured the early hearing of her case whilst it was still warm, radiant October weather.
The woman Pomfilia came down from
