Under her eyes I dropped my glance like a man ashamed at hearing a disgraceful act of his paraded.
"Had it indeed been the Lord Giovanni, he had been dead that day," laughed Ramiro grimly.

"Indeed it was nothing but my astonishment at sight of the face I was about to stab, after having broken the fastenings of his visor that stayed my hand for long enough to give him the advantage.

But I bear you no grudge for that," he ended, turning on me with a ferocious smile, "nor yet for that other trick by which--as Boccadoro the Fool--you bested me.

I am not a sweet man when thwarted, yet I can admire wit and respect courage.

But see to it," he ended, with a sudden and most unreasonable ferocity, his visage empurpling if possible still more, "see to it that you pit neither that courage nor that wit against me again.