"Do I not know that ?" he roared, though I could see no reason for all this heat.

"And why are you not with them ?" You are not to suppose that I was still the meek, sheepish lad who had come to Piacenza three months ago.

I had not been learning my world and discovering Man to no purpose all this while.
"It has yet to be explained to me," said I, "under what obligation I am to be anywhere but where I please.

That firstly.

Secondly--but of infinitely lesser moment--Monna Giuliana has sent me for the manuscript of Messer Caro's Gigli d'Oro." I know not whether it was my cool, firm tones that quieted him.