"Triumph," he called it—a Triumph of Love and a Triumph of Chastity, wherein by the good offices of his friend the Warden he was chosen for the part of Love. It was to be assumed that he pleased, for Chastity (who was a great lady of the place) took him into her service; and there he stayed until, as he explained, she married again. She had been a widow, it seems, when she took part in the Triumphs.
Bellaroba was much interested.
"Was the lady kind to you, Angioletto?"
"Oh, very kind."
"But you had to go, you say?"
"Yes. It was judged better."
"But I don't quite see. If she was kind I wonder why you judged it better to go, or why she did."
"It did not rest wholly with us," said Angioletto.
Bellaroba did not pursue the subject. But after a short pause—
"And are you now from her house?" she asked.
Angioletto shook his head. "That was a very long time ago," said he; "two years at least. I am eighteen, you must know. 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?"
