[Rienzi by Edward Bulwer Lytton]@TWC D-Link bookRienzi CHAPTER 1 4/5
"Alas! in a Colonna, in a noble, he will see no merit; even though thy fortunate deliverer, sweet maiden, sought to be his early friend!" "Thou wrongest him much, my Lord," returned Irene, warmly; "he is a man above all others to sympathize with thy generous valour, even had it been exerted in defence of the humblest woman in Rome,--how much more, then, when in protection of his sister!" "The times are, indeed, diseased," answered Adrian, thoughtfully, as they now found themselves in the open street, "when men who alike mourn for the woes of their country are yet suspicious of each other; when to be a patrician is to be regarded as an enemy to the people; when to be termed the friend of the people is to be considered a foe to the patricians: but come what may, oh! let me hope, dear lady, that no doubts, no divisions, shall banish from thy breast one gentle memory of me!" "Ah! little, little do you know me!" began Irene, and stopped suddenly short. "Speak! speak again!--of what music has this envious silence deprived my soul! Thou wilt not, then, forget me? And," continued Adrian, "we shall meet again? It is to Rienzi's house we are bound now; tomorrow I shall visit my old companion,--tomorrow I shall see thee.
Will it not be so ?" In Irene's silence was her answer. "And as thou hast told me thy brother's name, make it sweet to my ear, and add to it thine own." "They call me Irene." "Irene, Irene!--let me repeat it.
It is a soft name, and dwells upon the lips as if loath to leave them--a fitting name for one like thee." Thus making his welcome court to Irene, in that flowered and glowing language which, if more peculiar to that age and to the gallantry of the south, is also the language in which the poetry of youthful passion would, in all times and lands, utter its rich extravagance, could heart speak to heart, Adrian conveyed homeward his beautiful charge, taking, however, the most circuitous and lengthened route; an artifice which Irene either perceived not, or silently forgave.
They were now within sight of the street in which Rienzi dwelt, when a party of men bearing torches, came unexpectedly upon them.
It was the train of the Bishop of Orvietto, returning from the palace of Martino di Porto, and in their way (accompanied by Rienzi) to that of Adrian.
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