"Prince," said I, "I have for the indelicacy of compulsion so illustrious an example that I cannot hesitate to pursue the path honored by your own footsteps.

All Naples knows that the Pisani despises at once your gold and your love; that force alone could have brought her under your roof; and that you refuse to produce her because you fear her complaints, and know enough of the chivalry your vanity sneers at to feel assured that the gentlemen of France are not more disposed to worship beauty than to defend it from wrong." "You speak well, sir," said Zicci, gravely;--"the Prince dare not produce his prize." The Prince remained speechless for a few moments, as if with indignation.

At last he broke out into expressions the most injurious and insulting against Signor Zicci and myself.

Zicci replied not; I was more hot and hasty.

The guests appeared to delight in our dispute.