Little jade! I think I see her now with her bare feet, and her finger to her lips, opening the door in the summer nights, and bidding me creep softly into the kitchen, where, praised be the saints! a flask and a manchet always awaited the hungry amoroso.

At last, however, Ninetta grew cold.

It is the way of the sex, signor.

Her father found her an excellent marriage in the person of a withered old picture-dealer.

She took the spouse, and very properly clapped the door in the face of the lover.