But his friends had no hope that this would save them from the poem, if he could in anywise obtain a hearing.
"Take care, he is putting his hand in his coat-pocket! That's where it is, you know; he'll have it out in half an instant, if we stop talking! Oh, Contessina, you are always so ready! Do invent something to stop him, for the love of heaven!" said a young man to a bright-looking girl next him.
"Oh, Signor Leandro, since you are riconciliato con bel sesso," said the Contessina, alluding to words which, to the great amusement of all Ravenna, Leandro had written in the album of a lady who asked the poet for his autograph,--"since you are reconciled to the fair sex, will you be very kind and see if I have left my fan where I put off my shawl in the ante-room ?" "Bravo, Contessina; now let us get to another part of the room, before he gets back.

Oh, Ludovico," he continued, addressing the young Marchese Castelmare, whom they encountered as they were crossing the room, "for the love of heaven, let us begin! Make the musicians strike up, or we shall have Leandro in full swing in another minute!" "I assure you, Signor Ludovico, the danger is imminent!" said the Contessina.
"When I saw him at work last night at the Cardinal's pastry, I thought he must have made himself too ill to come here to-night," said the former speaker; "but I suppose poets can digest what would kill you or me!" "If Leandro begins to read, I vote we all are seized with an invincible fit of sneezing," said another of the grown-up children.
"Well, we may as well begin at once; I will go and tell the Contessa Violante that we are ready," said Ludovico, moving off.
It was a matter of course, that he should open the ball with the Contessa Violante,--not only by reason of her social standing in the city, but because of the position in which he was understood to stand towards her.
Violante was sitting at the upper end of the room between her great-aunt and the sister of the Marchese Lamberto, Ludovico's mother.

She was very handsomely dressed in plain white silk, but was looking pale and dispirited.

When Ludovico came up and offered his arm, bowing low as he did so, she rose and accepted it without speaking.
"I had almost made up my mind," she said as soon as they had moved a pace or two towards the middle of the large ball-room, "not to dance at all to-night: I am not well." "Oh, Signorina, how unfortunate! What a disappointment! But it would be cruel to force you to dance, when it is against your inclination," said Ludovico, with a very unsuccessful attempt to put a tone of tenderness into his voice.
"I will not do so, after this dance," said Violante; "but I suppose we must dance the first dance together!" "I am sorry it should be a matter of such disagreeable duty to you, Signora Violante," said Ludovico in a tone of pretended pique.
"It is equally disagreeable to me to dance with any other partner; I am not well, as I have told you, Signor Ludovico; I have no business to be here; I think my health becomes weaker from day to day.

And the blessed Saints only know when it may be possible to think of carrying into effect the arrangements desired by our parents!" "I am sure that mine would not wish to urge you on the subject to--to decide more quickly than you would wish to.