Chapter

 1      II|      was very intimate with the Marchioness Caldariva, formerly known
 2      II|      which he shot himself. The marchioness now owns a splendid palace
 3      II|         even whispered that the marchioness herself tied the bridegroom'
 4      IX|        Cagliari's wife, and the Marchioness Caldariva his mistress;
 5      IX|         relations, and make the marchioness his wife, and you his mistress.
 6       X|  recognise the handwriting. The Marchioness Caldariva wrote you that
 7       X|        you that letter."~ ~"The Marchioness Caldariva? Is she here?"~ ~"
 8      XI|     fast the bridal veil of the Marchioness Caldariva, who could not
 9     XII|         of a woman.~ ~"I am the Marchioness Caldariva," announced the
10     XII|        at the Sappho," said the marchioness. "You have heard her play
11     XII|       this, and I am really the Marchioness Caldariva, better known
12     XII|         already," continued the Marchioness Caldariva. "For the past
13     XII|       other way," proceeded the marchioness, "was to have him assassinated
14     XII|     blushes.~ ~"Come," said the marchioness, lightly, "sit down again
15     XII|       her baptismal name.~ ~The marchioness laughed. "Haven't you heard
16     XII|     beautifully," commented the marchioness, upon the other's return.~ ~"
17     XII|   studio lately," proceeded the marchioness. "I had heard one of his
18     XII|       you the score?" asked the marchioness, turning to Blanka.~ ~"No,
19     XII|          was the reply; and the Marchioness Caldariva believed her. "
20     XII|       very proper request." The marchioness handed over her fan, the
21     XII|         each other again at the marchioness's masquerade.~ ~ ~ [127]~ ~
22    XIII|        and let me in," bade the marchioness. "I have emptied my extinguisher.
23    XIII|      She opened the way for the marchioness and her motley company to
24    XIII|      themselves in storming the marchioness's quarters, her own wing
25    XIII|        time that Blanka and the marchioness left the[133] palace. Looking
26     XIX|         grand ball given by the Marchioness Caldariva made its due claim
27     XIX|        Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the marchioness, "a most affectionate and
28     XIX|       touch me, sir!" cried the marchioness, drawing back. "If one woman
29     XIX|     play a little," replied the marchioness, "but perhaps what I have
30     XIX|       you've come at last?" the marchioness exclaimed.~ ~"Yes, and I
31     XIX|      influence had procured the Marchioness Caldariva a much-coveted
32     XIX|   Struck with the beauty of the marchioness, he sought an introduction,
33     XIX|        schemes cherished by the Marchioness Caldariva.~ ~ ~ ~To return
34     XIX|         Ah, at last!" cried the marchioness, eagerly.~ ~It appeared
35     XIX|      spies there?" demanded the marchioness.~ ~"No, there are no informers
36     XIX|  venture to open his mouth. The marchioness drew a key from her bosom
37     XIX|         well. Au revoir!"~ ~The marchioness pulled her bell-cord three
38     XIX|   presence without delay.~ ~The marchioness, cosily ensconced on her
39     XIX|            Nonsense!" cried the marchioness. "Who told you so?"~ ~"My
40     XIX|        an armchair opposite the marchioness, and continued: "I am even
41     XIX|     same planet with me."~ ~The marchioness was listening by this time
42     XXV| enjoying a tête-à-tête with the Marchioness Caldariva after the theatre.~ ~"
43     XXV|        of yours," commented the marchioness, with approval; "and I can
44     XXV|         only wounded," said the marchioness. "Then his mate would leave
45     XXV|              You are impatient, marchioness," commented the secretary.~ ~"
46  XXVIII|         Prince Cagliari and the Marchioness Caldariva also remained
47  XXVIII|      which adjoined that of the Marchioness Caldariva. Indeed, from
48  XXVIII|       his way to the box of the marchioness.~ ~Rozina received him with
49  XXVIII|      think so, pray?" asked the marchioness, with an air of surprise. "
50  XXVIII|      you with it," objected the marchioness, with an arch look; "but
51  XXVIII|         at its farther end. The marchioness was not there. One hour,
52  XXVIII|        Transylvania.~ ~When the Marchioness Caldariva entered her boudoir