Well, the youngster paraded up and down the Zocodover in his uniform with the Portuguese lady on his arm to arouse the jealousy of his companions in the Academy.

One day the young woman presented herself at the palace, and the servants, seeing her so beautifully dressed, made no difficulty about letting her in, thinking she was some lady from Madrid.

His Eminence received her with a paternal smile, and listened to her without winking.

A friend of mine, one of the pages who was present, told me about it.

She came to complain to the cardinal that his nephew, the cadet, had entertained her for two days without giving her a farthing.