And so it was; old Niccolo was gone to Rome as he had said.  But he had given nobody any address by which to find him in the Eternal City.  And a little jealousy, perhaps, was felt at the good fortune which had thus befallen one out of several who would have liked the same.  But all admitted that it was a remarkable proof of the thoughtful kindness of the Marchese in the midst of his own troubles.

And how terribly those troubles pressed on him was evident to the whole household; and, by means of their reports, to the entire city.  Everybody in Ravenna knew with how heavy a hand affliction had fallen upon the Marchese Lamberto.  And everybody talked of it.  Sympathizing pity and blame were mingled in the judgments which were being passed on the Marchese every hour, and in every place where men or women met; and the proportions in which they were mingled differed greatly.  None, however, could fail to see and to admit that the fall from the high pinnacle, on which the Marchese had stood, had been a very terrible one.  It was felt that it was a fall from which he could never, under any circumstances, entirely recover.

The women were, for the most part, more indulgent to him than the men.  As for the unfortunate Bianca, they held that a righteous and deserved judgment had fallen upon her, in which the operation of the finger of Providence was distinctly visible.  To be sure it was a signal warning to all men, as to the evils which might be expected to flow from any sipping of the Circean cup which such creatures proffered to their lips.  But what fate could be too bad for the Siren herself?  To think of the audacity, the shameless effrontery of such an one in daring to spread her lures, and wind her enchantments around such a man as the Marchese di Castelmare.  Of course he, poor man, could not but feel her death as a terrible shock.  What he had set his heart on had been violently and awfully, taken away from him.  And how true it is that the blessed Saints know what is most truly for our good!  But what is all that to the dreadful accusation hanging over the Marchese Ludovico?  A Castelmare in the prison of Ravenna under accusation of murder!  And if it really were the case, that the unfortunate young man, driven by the prospect of being hurled down from his position and robbed of his inheritance, had done this deed, how great, how terrible, must be the remorse of the Marchese Lamberto!

It was curiously characteristic of the moral nature and habits of thought of the people, that the Marchese Ludovico, even on the hypothesis that he had committed the murder, was very leniently judged for his share in the tragedy.

The men were more inclined to bear hard on the Marchese Lamberto.  An old fool! at his time of life, to offer marriage to such a woman as La Bianca.  To disgrace his name; to cover himself with ridicule; and above all, and worst of all, to behave with such infamous injustice to his nephew.  Nevertheless the tragedy was so shocking and so complete, that even those who were disposed to condemn his conduct the most severely, could not but feel compassion for so crushing a weight of misfortune.