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Ramon had wanted to join the Army; but every time he referred to what hecalled his vocation, his father would fly into a rage. "Do you thinkthat is what I've worked for all these years?" He could remember thetime when, as a poor clerk, he had been forced to fawn on his superiorsand listen humbly, cringingly, to their reprimands. He did not want aboy of his to be shoved about hither and thither like a mere machine."Plenty of brass buttons," he exclaimed with the scorn of a man never tobe taken in by external show, "and plenty of gold braid! But after all,a slave, a slave!"
Through the groves he could see the balcony of the house, and on it awoman unfolding shining gowns of delicate colors. She was shaking theprima donna's skirts to straighten out the wrinkles and the folds causedby the packing in the trunks.
"You're right! We could get through! It will look funny, all right! Ustwo paddling up like a couple of Venetian gondoliers to serenade acelebrated prima donna in her fright ... I've a good mind to run homeand fetch my guitar along ..."
Slowly they walked back into the front room. Meanwhile, the appearanceof the barber, dressed in his luxuriant gown, was greeted with shouts oflaughter in the dining-room. Cupido was taking full advantage of theoccasion. The train in one hand and stroking his side-whiskers with theother, he was writhing about like a prima donna in her big scene andsinging in a falsetto soprano voice. The peasant family laughed likemad, forgetting the disaster that had overtaken their home; Beppa openedher eyes wide, surprised at the elegant figure of the man, and the gracewith which he pronounced the Italian verses. Even poor doña Pepa hitchedaround in her armchair and applauded. The barber, according to her, wasthe most charming devil in the world.
"What you have done," the prima donna was saying, "deserves my deep,deep gratitude! It is a chivalrous act worthy of ancient times.Lohengrin, arriving in his little boat to save Elsa! Only the swan islacking ...unless you want to call Cupido a swan...."
And she raised her hand up toward his lips. Rafael seized it hungrilyand kissed it over and over again, until Leonora, tearing it away with aviolence that showed extraordinary strength, reprimanded him sharply.
She tended him with the exquisite watchfulness of an enamored servant,following him, on his trips in the summer, the season of the greatconcerts, to Leipzig, Geneva, Paris; and she, the most famous livingprima donna, would stay behind the scenes, with no jealousy for theapplause she heard, waiting for Hans, perspiring and tired, to drop thebaton amid the acclamations of the audience and come back-stage to haveher dry his forehead with an almost filial caress.
A melody from Die Meistersinger came to her mind, the hymn that thegood people of Nuremberg sing when Hans Sachs, their favorite singer, asbounteous and gentle as the Eternal Father, steps out on the platformfor the contest in poetry. It was the song that the poet-minstrel, thefriend of Albrecht Dürer, wrote in honor of Luther when the greatReformation broke; and the prima donna, rising to her feet in the stern,and returning the greeting of the nightingale began:
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