"Carmela turned toward the young man who was talking with her,
and saying a few words to him, pointed with her finger to Teresa. The
young man followed with his eyes the lovely hand which made this
indication, bowed in obedience, and then went to Teresa, and invited
her to dance in a quadrille directed by the count's daughter. Teresa
felt something like a flame pass over her face; she looked at Luigi, who
could not refuse his assent. Luigi slowly relinquished Teresa's arm,
which he had held beneath his own, and Teresa, accompanied by her
elegant cavalier, took her appointed place with much agitation in the
aristocratic quadrille. Certainly, in the eyes of an artist, the exact and
strict costume of Teresa had a very different character from that of
Carmela and her companions; but Teresa was frivolous and coquettish,
and thus the embroidery and muslins, the brilliant cachemire, the enameled girdles, all dazzled her, and the reflection of sapphires and diamonds
turned her giddy brain.
"Luigi felt a sensation hitherto unknown arising in his mind. It was like an acute pain which gnawed at his heart, and then passed thrillingly throughout his frame, chasing through his veins and pervading his entire body. He followed with his eye each movement of Teresa and her cavalier; when their hands touched, he felt as though he should swoon; every pulse beat with violence, and it seemed as though a bell were ringing in his ears. When they spoke, although Teresa listened timidly and with downcast eyes to the conversation of her cavalier, as Luigi could read in the ardent looks of the good-looking young man that his language was that of praise, it seemed as if the whole world was turning round with him, and all the voices of hell were whispering in his ears ideas of murder and assassination. Then fearing that his paroxysm might get the better of him, he clutched with one hand the branch of a tree against which he was leaning, and with the other convulsively grasped the dagger, with a carved handle, which was in his belt, and which, unwittingly, he drew from the scabbard from time to time."
"Luigi was jealous!
"He felt that, influenced by her ambition and coquettish disposition, Teresa might escape him.
"The young peasant girl, at first timid and scared, soon recovered herself. We have said that Teresa was handsome, but this is not all; Teresa was replete with all those wild graces which are so much more potent than our affected and studied elegancies. She had almost all the honors of the quadrille, and if she were envious of the Count di San-Felice's daughter, we will not undertake to say that Carmela was not jealous of her. Thus it was with overpowering compliments that her handsome cavalier led her back to the place whence he had taken her,
