Tessa Abroad and at Home
Otra figura fácilmente reconocible por nosotros—una figura no vestida de negro, sino con los antiguos colores rojo, verde y blanco— se acercaba a la plaza aquella mañana para ver el Carnaval. Venía de un punto opuesto, pues Tessa ya no vivía en la colina de San Giorgio. Después de lo que había ocurrido allí con Baldassarre, Tito había considerado lo mejor, por esa y otras razones, buscarle un nuevo hogar, aunque todavía en un barrio tranquilo y ventilado, en una casa lindante con los amplios jardines al norte de la Porta Santa Croce.
Tessa was not come out sightseeing without special leave.
Tito had been with her the evening before, and she had kept back the entreaty which she felt to be swelling her heart and throat until she saw him in a state of radiant ease, with one arm round the sturdy Lillo, and the other resting gently on her own shoulder as she tried to make the tiny Ninna steady on her legs.
She was sure then that the weariness with which he had come in and flung himself into his chair had quite melted away from his brow and lips.
Tessa had not been slow at learning a few small stratagems by which she might avoid vexing Naldo and yet have a little of her own way. She could read nothing else, but she had learned to read a good deal in her husband’s face.
Y ciertamente el encanto de aquel brillante y bondadoso Tito que se había despertado bajo la Loggia de’ Cerchi en una mañana de Cuaresma cinco años atrás, sin haber dado aún rehenes al engaño, nunca había