II
ARMS AND THE MANNIKIN
The hubbub of the inn-yard, where shouting merchants wrestled for porters, and donkeys brayed them down, the narrowed eyes of Olimpia, the sardonic grin of the gaunt Mosca, brought our lovers back into the real world. They faced their foes together with insensible meeting and holding of young hands. 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.
Olimpia burst into a shrill laugh, and Angioletto, who had the pluck of a little gamecock, turned to his partner in guilt.
"And you, Madonnetta," he said sweetly, "what do you say to boars head larded?"
Bellaroba giggled in spite of herself—for she was terribly frightened—but again Olimpia, the grand indifferent, pealed her delight. The Captain glared round about him over a tossing
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