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He fell into an attitude of profound attention. Angioletto, having bowed once more, began. It so happened that Lorenzo de' Medici, that monster of genius, had not long printed his Caccia col falcone. Angioletto had it by heart against his need; using it now he could never have made a better choice as, indeed, he guessed.
"But, you wild boy, how can you see me when you are ruined?" she asked, all her roses in flower at the fun of the thing. "How can you be in the Schifanoia if you are thrust out of it?" Angioletto, with a mysterious air, kissed her for answer. "Leave that to me, my dear," he said. "Never have another of the maids to sleep with you, and lock your chamber door. Now I must go, because I am kicked out.
When I left the Marchioness she gave me a handsome present. It sufficed to take me to Perugia to the University there; it afforded me two years' study in the liberal arts, and my outfit for this present venture into the bargain." "And do you know what you will do at Ferrara, Angioletto?" "Yes, quite well." "What will you do?"
And Angioletto would nod gravely at each point that she made, and kiss her now and then very softly to show her that he was perfectly satisfied. So soon as the first swallow twittered in the eaves, or the first pale line of light trembled at the casement, he had to fly. But he waited in the rosery till she came tiptoe out; and then the day's alarms and the day's delight began. Eh!
"I can see that you are pleased at this, my dear," Angioletto said, looking at her. They were head for head level, these children. "But what would Olimpia say?" Bellaroba paused for strength to tell the painful truth. "She would say 'Fiddlesticks, Angioletto." Angioletto frowned. "Ah! what is to be done?" he asked.
That was a moment for Angioletto to take with quick breath. He took it so. Instead of hinting at his duty, or hers, he blundered out the fact that he did not love her. "Dog," cried the Countess, "do you dare to tell me that?" "Madama, I do indeed," he answered sadly, for he saw his house about his ears. Lionella checked herself; she bit her lip, put her hands ostentatiously behind her back.
"Love in Ferrara," said Angioletto, and stroked Bellaroba's hair. So everything was very friendly and full of hope. At a late hour, and for excellent reasons, Olimpia kissed Bellaroba good-night, was herself kissed by Angioletto, and withdrew. Captain Mosca prayed vehemently for further and better acquaintance with his friend "the divine poet," and his pretty mistress.
Angioletto and his lady-love had been better exercised than to think of dukes. They had thought of religion. They passed by the Schifanoia at a sober walk, regardless of the crowd. "My heart," Angioletto said, "there is here what I suppose to be the most famous shrine in Romagna.
"It was your Grace." "Oh, of course, of course, man! But why the deuce did I do it?" "It was at the request of Count Guarino Guarini, Magnificence?" "Eh, eh! now I recollect. Ah, to be sure! That must be a very agreeable reflection for you at this moment, my friend," he said, with a sly look. Angioletto took the equivoque with dignity, "I have perfect confidence in my wife, my lord Duke."
"Madonna," was his second venture, when he had recognised the impropriety of his first, "Madonna, I am this moment about to retire " Angioletto, whose eyes had attained their fullest stretch of wonder, opened his mouth but not to speak. He gaped at the lord of the land. "Madonna " Borso began once more. Then the other found his voice "Alas, my lord Duke, it is Madonna I thought to find.
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