Bartaldi's Bride

A thought occurred to her.

She said, ‘Violetta, what’s the scent that you put in my bathroom? The one I’m wearing?’

‘But I was telling you about it, dear one. It’s Bartaldi’s own “Tentazione”. Why?’ Her godmother gave her a shrewd glance under her lashes. ‘Did he recognise it?’

‘Yes,’ Clare said bitterly. ‘Yes. I’m afraid he did.’

Dinner was not the relaxed, comfortable meal that Clare had anticipated after all.

For all her very real sophistication, Violetta was clearly thrilled to have received an invitation to the Villa Minerva, and eager to discuss it exhaustively.

‘It is a very old house,’ she said. ‘Parts of it are said to date back to the time of the Etruscans, who, as you know, cara, fought the Romans for supremacy and lost.’

Pity, Clare thought, crumbling her bread. If they’d won the Bartaldis might never have seen the light of day.

‘You’ve never visited there before?’ she asked.

‘No,’ Violetta returned regretfully. ‘But here at Cenacchio we are not exactly near neighbours to Veraggio. We move in our own circles.’

‘Then it’s a pity we agreed to go,’ Clare argued. ‘Particularly if it’s a long way away.’

‘The Marchese is aware of the inconvenience, and is sending a car for us.’ Violetta sighed happily. ‘He thinks of everything.’

She sent Clare a twinkling look. ‘I think I have you to thank for this pleasant invitation, dear one.’

Clare bit her lip. ‘I can’t think why,’ she said constrainedly.

‘But naturally he wishes to make amends for all the confusion and unpleasantness of today.’ Violetta nodded. ‘He seems full of remorse for the hasty judgement he made.’

He’s full of something, Clare thought broodingly. But I don’t think it’s repentance.

‘Naturally, I have seen the Marchese at various social functions,’ Violetta continued. ‘But, as he says, he is not in the region very often. Perhaps when he marries, and has a family, that will change.’

She paused. ‘Although his estates are excellently run in his absence, I understand. His manager, Antonio Lerucci, is said to be a charming young man, and most loyal and efficient.’

She chattered on, and Clare responded with interested noises and the occasional nod of her head, while trying to mentally detach herself.