He was dressed in black, with simple
elegance, and his deep collar and ruffles were of the finest point.
"Welcome to Canaples, M. de Mancini!" he exclaimed, as he hurried forward,
with a smile so winning that his countenance appeared transfigured by it.
"Welcome most cordially! We had not hoped that you would arrive so soon,
but fortunately my daughters, to whom you appear to have been of service at
Choisy, warned me that you were journeying hither. Your apartments,
therefore, are prepared for you, and we hope that you will honour Canaples
by long remaining its guest."
Andrea thanked him becomingly.
"In truth," he added, "my departure from Paris was somewhat sudden, but I
have a letter here from Monseigneur my uncle, which explains the matter."
"No explanation is needed, my dear Andrea," replied the old nobleman,
abandoning the formalities that had marked his welcoming speech. "How left
you my Lord Cardinal?" he asked, as he took the letter.
"In excellent health, but somewhat harassed, I fear, by the affairs of
State."
"Ah, yes, yes. But stay. You are not alone.
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