"As to the fellows of whom you speak," said he, "I know my own business." Juvenal returned home without much belief in the duke's firmness.

He himself, full of courage as he was, durst not yet declare himself openly.

The thought of all this occupied his mind incessantly, sleeping and waking.

One night, when he had fallen asleep towards morning, it seemed to him that a voice kept saying, _Surgite cum sederitis, qui manducatis panem doloris_ (Rise up from your sitting, ye who eat the bread of sorrow).

When he awoke, his wife, a good and pious woman, said to him, "My dear, this morning I heard some one saying to you, or you pronouncing in a dream, some words that I have often read in my Hours;" and she repeated them to him.