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Angioletto was introduced. "Master Angioletto," the twinkling old tyrant said, "get you downstairs to the Captain of the Archers. Say to him as follows: 'Captain, my lord the Duke begs you to conduct me surely to the Castle, and keep me prisoner there during his Grace's pleasure. Will you oblige me so far?" "I shall obey you exactly, my lord Duke," said Angioletto, making a reverence.
He caught Angioletto's vivacious heeltaps upon the flags, and peered from burly brows at the smart little gentleman, cloaked, feathered, and gaudy, who looked as suitable to his dusty surroundings as a red poppy to a rubbish heap. Angioletto, stopping before him, took off his scarlet cap with a flourish. "Well, young stabbing blade," said Beppo, "and who may you be?"
Angioletto did his best not to feel a detected schoolboy, and did succeed in meeting the Captain's terrific looks. Bellaroba made no attempt at heroism. Her blush was a thing to be seen. "Bellaroba, come with me, my child," said Olimpia severely; but Angioletto kept her hand. Captain Mosca fiddled at his sword-hilt. "Would you like spitted lark for supper, Madonna?" he asked with meaning.
"Quando fui desto da certi rumori Di buon sonagli ed allettar di cani" he began to blink; with the quick direction to the huntsman "Deh, vanne innanzi, presto Capellaio," he stifled a smile. But the calling of the hounds by their names broke down his guard. Angioletto shrilled them out in a high, boyish voice
"I am in earnest." "You may be as earnest as a friar in the pulpit, and yet pretty bad at chimney-work, young master. What do you know of it, pray?" "Nothing at all," replied Angioletto, as if that helped him. "Look at that now," cried the triumphant Sor Beppo. "Pardon me, Master Beppo," said the youth, "you cannot look at it yet, but you very soon shall. Have you a chimney to hand?"
"I will marry you, Bellaroba," the boy replied, as he turned suddenly, put his arms about her and took a long kiss. Bellaroba, in a bath of love, made him free of her lips. For a while the mule had to do his pacing alone. "Oh, Angioletto, Angioletto," whispered the girl, with a hidden face, "I have never been happy like this before."
"You had better leave the house, Master Angioletto," said she drily, "before I go further and see to it." He bowed himself out. "My lovely dear," he said, "I am a broken man. There has been a terrible scene with Madama, in which she got so much the worst of it that I was very triumphantly ruined. You behold me decked with the ashes of my scorched prosperity. What is to be done with you?
Olimpia, though by nature dull, was also sly. She had a suspicion about Angioletto now; but a quick-shifting glance from one to the other of the pair before her revealed nothing but serenity in the boy, and little but soft happiness in the girl. She opened her lips to speak, snapped them to again, and turned to the Captain and affairs more urgent than the love-making of babies.
Bellaroba looked down, plucked at her skirt, saw Angioletto's hand peeping round her waist. It seemed difficult to say, and yet what she did say was very simple: "We have not asked Olimpia, you know." "No," Angioletto answered; "we have had no time yet. But we will, of course." "Oh, of course," said she, who kept her eyes hidden, and spoke very low. "Oh, of course. But " "Well, dearest?"
It was the hour of supper; the question was of a lodging. Captain Mosca knew an inn the "Golden Sword" where decent entertainment could be had for the night. As no one could deny what nobody knew anything about, it was decided. They sought and found the "Golden Sword," and put up with it, and in it. The supper party was, at least, merry, for Angioletto led it.
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