I felt sure he now exaggerated the case: Ginevra, I was certain, was honest enough, with all her giddiness.

I told him so.

He shook his head, and said he would not be the man to trust her with his honour.
"The only thing," said I, "with which you may safely trust her.

She would unscrupulously damage a husband's purse and property, recklessly try his patience and temper: I don't think she would breathe, or let another breathe, on his honour." "You are becoming her advocate," said he.

"Do you wish me to resume my old chains ?" "No: I am glad to see you free, and trust that free you will long remain.