'Well, Andrea, I am grieved to find you of so unpoetical a turn of mind;
but I will deny you nothing.' I went to Giulia, and taking the clothes
she had just cast off brought them to Andrea.
'There!'
He gave a cry of delight, but on seizing them, and discovering
petticoats and flounces, his face fell. I leant against the wall and
laughed till my sides ached.
Then Giulia appeared, a most fascinating serving-boy....
'Good-bye,' I cried, and hurried down the stairs. We marched boldly to
the city gate, and with beating hearts and innocent countenances, passed
through and found ourselves in the open country.