Was it in the least likely, I repeat, that the Lord Giovanni would seek the services of his Fool to aid him write the verses in honour of the lady of his heart ?" With a burst of mocking laughter, Filippo smote the table a blow of his clenched hand.
"Your prevarications answer me," he cried.

"You will not say that I am wrong." "But I do say that you are wrong!" I exclaimed, suddenly inspired.

"I did not assist the Lord Giovanni with his verses.

I swear it." His laughter faded; and his eyes surveyed me with a sudden solemnity.
"Then why did you evade my question ?" he demanded shrewdly.

And then his countenance changed as swiftly again.