"I came upon him here, arrayed as you behold him, and reading a book of Spanish quips.

Is it not clear that he has chosen ?" Between thumb and forefinger he balanced a sugar-crusted comfit of coriander seed steeped in marjoram vinegar, and having put his question he bore the sweet-meat to his mouth.

The ladies looked at him, and from him to me.

Then Madonna Paola spoke, and there seemed a reproachful wonder in her voice.
"Is this indeed your choice ?" she asked me.
"It is the choice that was forced on me," said I, in heat.

"They left me no garment save these of folly.