Clelia resigned herself, she had not seen Fabrizio she still hoped that it would not come to this party. But when the concert was to begin, the princess that allowed the ladies to sit down, Clelia little warning for these sorts of things, allowed himself to snatch the best seats to the princess, and was obliged to pick up a chair at back of the room, into the far corner where Fabrice had taken refuge. Arriving in his chair, dress in such a singular place of the Friars Minor generally stopped his eyes, and at first she did not notice the thin man wearing a simple black suit who spoke to him, however, some movement secret stopped her eyes on this man. “Everyone here has uniforms or clothes richly embroidered: What can this young man in a black coat that simple?” She looked deeply attentive, when a lady, coming to set , made a motion to his chair. Fabrizio turned his head: she did not recognize him because he was so changed. First she said, “Here’s someone who looks like him, it will be his older brother, but I thought a few years older than him, and he is a man of forty.” All Suddenly she recognized a movement of the mouth. “The poor, he suffered” she said to herself, and she bowed her head crushed by pain, not to be faithful to his vow. His heart was moved by pity. “That was far from having the air after nine months in prison!” She looked over, but not exactly turn the eyes of his hand, she saw all his movements.
But the Marquis Crescenzi was greatly annoyed to see his wife relegated as far from the throne, the whole evening had been held to persuade a lady sitting three chairs of the princess, and whose husband had bond money it would do well to change places with the Marquise. The poor woman strong, as was natural, he sought the husband debtor, which was heard at the half the sad voice of reason, and finally the Marquis had the pleasure of eating the exchange, he sought his wife.