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By this simple device Angioletto was enabled to keep his word, and Bellaroba to find him black but comely. While Angioletto and his Bellaroba dwelt in a paradise, none the less glorious for being as sooty as the darkness which veiled it, the estate of Captain Mosca, that hungry swordsman, was most unhappy.
But Olimpia was panting. The unearthly quiet was only broken by that short sound for ten minutes. "Bellaroba," then said the Duke, "what say you? You declare that you are innocent. Will you hang the guilty and go free?" For the first time she looked up, but not at her judge. It was at Angioletto she looked, Angioletto at her. "No, my lord, I cannot," said Bellaroba in the hush.
It would be as well to know it, since plainly I must go out." He sat up in bed, clasped his knees, and frowned a little. "It is clean against the traditions of my house," he ruminated, "but I think I will go. And the sooner the better." Suiting action to word, he had one foot on the floor when Angioletto, with a long sigh, opened his eyes, turned over, and saw him. "The devil!" said Duke Borso.
"The same, my lord Duke." "I thought so. Now, sir, to come back to this performance of yours, which I suppose is not the first by any means eh?" "It appears to be the last, my lord," said Angioletto ruefully. "I think it is the last," replied the Duke; "for I hope you understand that I can have you clapped into gaol for it." "Pardon, Magnificence he can do more. He can have me hanged for it."
"Everybody loves everybody else." "My dear, we have nothing to do with their loves; we are going to be married," replied Angioletto, looking straight before him. "Yes, Angioletto," said she, as meek as a mouse. Olimpia, who was not thinking of marriage, was highly entertained. There was a press of grooms and led horses, richly caparisoned, outside the open doors of a new and very spacious palace.
"The affair has not gone so far as this blade shall go, turkey-poult," he thundered. "Make yourself quite easy on that point, my good sir," said Angioletto, cracking a walnut; "your sword shall fly the length of the room. I have a pass that is irresistible. You cannot fight planets, Captain."
Lionella had never had so much of her lord's society as during the month that followed her return to Ferrara. She did not complain of this; on the contrary, the more the maid held off and the man pursued, the more Lionella was entertained. Angioletto, invited to share her sport, proved dull. You see that she made no secret of her weakness.
That is neither for me nor my laws, but for herself. And perhaps you will let me add that if to-night is a sample of her course of living, you are putting upon me a rather onerous charge." "My Lord, my Lord," cried Angioletto here, "I will answer for my wife's honour with my last drop of blood. It is her person I cannot answer for if I am in prison."
He pulled the bedclothes up to his nose, therefore, before he asked "Why did Madama turn you away, sir?" Angioletto, for the first time, was confused. He hung his head. "I hope your Grace will not insist upon an answer," he replied in a troubled voice. Borso looked keenly at him for a time. "No, I think I will not," said he. "Are you the lad who sang me the Caccia col falcone?"
Good-bye, my bride; I shall see you long before another dawn." She let him go at last, and turned to her duties with less sighing than you would have supposed, and no tears at all. Her belief in the wisdom, audacity, and decision of her Angioletto was absolute. She had never known him to fail.
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