The instant the last
answer was given, he reeled back with a cry of horror.
"Where have you taken her to now?" asked D'Arbino. He looked
about him nervously as he put the question, and spoke for the
first time in a whisper.
"To the Campo Santo again," said the coachman.
Fabio suddenly drew his arms out of the arms of his friends, and
sank to his knees on the ground, hiding his face. From some
broken ejaculations which escaped him, it seemed as if he dreaded
that his senses were leaving him, and that he was praying to be
preserved in his right mind.
"Why is he so violently agitated?" said Finello, eagerly, to his
friend.
"Hush!" returned the other. "You heard him say that when he saw
the face behind the yellow mask, it was the face of his dead
wife?"
"Yes. But what then?"
"His wife was buried in the Campo Santo."
CHAPTER V.
Of all the persons who had been present, in any capacity, at the
Marquis Melani's ball, the earliest riser on the morning after it
was Nanina. The agitation produced by the strange events in which
she had been concerned destroyed the very idea of sleep. Through
the hours of darkness she could not even close her eyes; and, as
soon as the new day broke, she rose to breathe the early morning
air at her window, and to think in perfect tranquillity over all
that had passed since she entered the Melani Palace to wait on
the guests at the masquerade.
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