ABSTRACT
Calantha imagined,a and was repeatedly assured, that her husband neglected her:60 the thought gave her pain: she contrasted his apparent coldness and gravity with the kindness and flattery of others. Even Count Gondimar was more anxious for her safety,b and latterly she observed that he watched her with increasing solicitude. At a masked ball, in particular, the Italian Count followed her till she was half offended. ‘Why do you thus persecute me as to the frivolity and vanity of my manner? Why do you seem so infinitely more solicitous concerning me than my husband and my relations?’ she said, suddenly turningc and looking earnestly at him. ‘What is it to you with whom I may chance to converse? How is it possible that you can see imperfections in me, when others tell me I am faultless and delightful?’ ‘And do you believe that the gay troop of flatterers who now follow you,’ said a mask,d who was standing near the Count, ‘do you believe that they feel any other sentiment for you than indifference?’ ‘Indifference!’ repeated Calantha, ‘what can you mean? I am secure of their affection; and I have found more friends in London since I first arrived there, than I have made in the whole previous course of my life.’ ‘You are their jest and their derision,’ said the same mask. –e ‘Am I,’ she said, turning eagerly round to her partner, Lord Trelawny,61 ‘am I your jest,f and your derision?’ ‘You are all that is amiable and adorable,’ he whispered. ‘Speak louder,’ said Lady Avondale, ‘tell this Italian Count, and his discourteous friend, what you think of me; or will they wait to hear,g what we all think of them.’h Gondimar, offended, left her; and she passed the night at the ball;i but felt uneasy at what she had said.
