Her son
was now in danger. . . . Better that all the von Hartrotts should die
than that Julio should receive the most insignificant wound! . . . She
began to share the bellicose sentiments of her daughter, recognizing in
her an exceptional talent for appraising events, and now desiring all of
Chichi's dagger thrusts to be converted into reality.
Fortunately La Romantica took herself off before this antipathy
crystallized. She was accustomed to pass the afternoons somewhere
outside, and on her return would repeat the news gleaned from friends
unknown to the rest of the family.
This made Don Marcelo wax very indignant because of the spies
still hidden in Paris. What mysterious world was his sister-in-law
frequenting? . . .
Suddenly she announced that she was leaving the following morning; she
had obtained a passport to Switzerland, and from there she would go to
Germany. It was high time for her to be returning to her own; she was
most appreciative of the hospitality shown her by the family. . . . And
Desnoyers bade her good-bye with aggressive irony. His regards to
von Hartrott; he was hoping to pay him a visit in Berlin as soon as
possible.
One morning Dona Luisa, instead of entering the neighboring church as
usual, continued on to the rue de la Pompe, pleased at the thought of
seeing the studio once more. It seemed to her that in this way she might
put herself more closely in touch with her son.
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