likewise the Credo, or so much of it as she can remember. And, O Madonna, trust me to cherish her, and do thou intercede for us. Per Christum Dominum nostrum—Amen."
"Bellaroba, my wife, look at me," he said, and the girl looked up wondering. He took her happy face between his hands, and kissed her two eyes, her forehead, and her mouth. Then they said the appointed prayers, and rose to their feet to return; nor did they forget the candles, but purchased them at the door of an old lady, who had a basketful to sell.
Coming out of the church into the sun again, they encountered the scrutiny of Olimpia. Captain Mosca, slapping his booted leg, was holding the horse.
"Where have you two children been?" said Olimpia. "Mischief in a corner, eh? You have missed the sight of Duke Borso and a gilded company."
"We have been saying our prayers to Madonna of the Greeks," said Bellaroba meekly.
"There are red flames in your cheeks, child, and a ring on your finger. Did you find those in the church?"
"Madonna gave them to me, Olimpia."
"So, so, so! Do you begin by robbing a shrine, pray?"
"Ah, Madama Olimpia," said Angioletto, "we have only taken from the shrine what is our due."
Not the least of the minstrel's parts was that of speaking as though he had something weighty in reserve. Olimpia, though by nature dull, was also sly. She had a suspicion about Angioletto now;
