I used the greatest frankness with him, and answered that my life had been partly a peasants, partly a poet's.
"Tell me what you wrote," he bade me his eyes resting on my face with a new look of interest, for his love of letters was one of the few things about him that was not affected.
"A few novelle, dealing with court-life; but chiefly verses," answered I.
"And with these verses--what have you done ?" "I have them by me, Illustrious," I answered.

He smiled, seemingly well pleased.
"You must read them to us," he cried.

"If they rival that epic of yours, which I have never forgotten, they should be worth hearing." And presently, supper being done, I went at his bidding to my chamber for my precious manuscripts, and, returning, I entertained the company with the reading of a portion of what I had written.

They heard me with an attention that might have rendered me vain had my ambition really lain in being accounted a great writer; and when I paused, now and again, there was a murmur of applause, and many a pat on the shoulder from Filippo whenever a line, a phrase or a stanza took his fancy.
I was perhaps too absorbed to pay any great attention to the impression my verses were producing, but presently, in one of my pauses, the Lord Filippo startled me with words that awoke me to a sense of my imprudence.
"Do you know, Lazzaro, of what your lines remind me in an extraordinary measure ?" "Of what, Excellency ?" I asked politely, raising my eyes from my manuscript.

They chanced to meet the glance of Madonna Paola.