"
"Ah," said I, "what a long breath I drew when I heard of it! I remember
the place and the hour. It was at a hill-station in India, seven years
after I had left Florence. The post brought me some English papers, and
in one of them was a letter from Italy, with a lot of so-called
'fashionable intelligence.' There, among various scandals in high life,
and other delectable items, I read that the Countess Bianca Salvi, famous
for some years as the presiding genius of the most agreeable seen in
Florence, was about to bestow her hand upon Count Camerino, a
distinguished Bolognese. Ah, my dear boy, it was a tremendous escape! I
had been ready to marry the woman who was capable of that! But my
instinct had warned me, and I had trusted my instinct."
"'Instinct's everything,' as Falstaff says!" And Stanmer began to laugh.
"Did you tell Madame de Salvi that your instinct was against her?"
"No; I told her that she frightened me, shocked me, horrified me."
"That's about the same thing. And what did she say?"
"She asked me what I would have? I called her friendship with Camerino a
scandal, and she answered that her husband had been a brute. Besides, no
one knew it; therefore it was no scandal. Just _your_ argument! I
retorted that this was odious reasoning, and that she had no moral sense.
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