politeness, or for shanks out of due measure, an honest man had lost his life. However, I fear the affair has gone too far."
The Captain grew purple and green by turns. The room of full tables was all agog. He let out an oath which I omit.
"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."
"I have never tried yet, by our Lord," the Captain admitted, "but no one has dared to doubt my valour, and, planet or no planet, I'll run you through."
Angioletto smiled at another walnut. "I find the conceit admirable," said he, "yet you will perish so sure as this city is Rovigo and a titular fief of my mistress's master."
"A straw for your mistress, little egg," cried the suffocating Captain.
"I will give it to Countess Lionella as your dying gift, Signor Capitano."
The name smacked him in the face; he shook his head like a worried bull, or as a dog shakes water from his pelt. Olimpia, too, was interested, and for the first time. With face fixed between her hands, she leaned both elbows on the table, watching.
"Is the Countess Lionella your mistress?" she asked. Angioletto made her a bow; the company applauded a popular name. Olimpia turned
