"There, father, say no more. My questions have made thee sad. I shall always be with thee to make thee happy. But, father, I do not know that you are what you tell me. What is your real name? Is it Rigoletto?" "No matter, child, do not question. I am feared and hated by my enemies. Let that suffice." "But ever since we came to this place three months ago, you have forbidden me to go abroad. Let me go into the city, father, and see the sights." "Never! You must not ask it." He was frightened at the very thought. If men like the Duke, his master, should see such a beautiful girl as Gilda, they would surely rob him of her. At that moment the nurse, Giovanna, came from the house and Rigoletto asked her if the garden gate was ever left open while he was away. The woman told him falsely that the gate was always closed. "Ah, Giovanna, I pray you watch over my daughter when I am away," he cried, and turned suddenly toward the gate upon hearing a noise. "Some one is without there, now!" he cried, running in the direction of the sound. He threw the gate wide, but saw no one, because the Duke--who it was--had stepped aside into the shadow, and then, while Rigoletto was without, looking up the road, he slipped within and hid behind a tree, throwing a purse to Giovanna to bribe her to silence. Giovanna snatched it and hid it in the folds of her gown, showing plainly that she was not to be trusted, as Rigoletto trusted her, with his precious daughter. There was the man whom Rigoletto had most cause to fear, who ran off with every pretty girl he saw, and he had now found the prettiest of them all in the dwarf's daughter. "Have you noticed any one following Gilda?" the dwarf asked, returning to the garden and fastening the gate behind him. "If harm should come to my daughter it would surely kill me," he sobbed, taking Gilda in his arms. At that the Duke, listening behind the tree, was amazed. So! Gilda was no sweetheart of his jester; but was his daughter instead! "Now," said Rigoletto, "I must be off, but I caution you once more; let no one in." "What, not even the great Duke if he should come to inquire for you?" "The Duke least of all," the dwarf answered in a new panic. And kissing Gilda he went out again. No sooner had he gone than Gilda turned tearfully to her nurse. "Giovanna, my heart feels guilty." "What hast thou done?" the nurse asked, indifferently, remembering the purse of the Duke which she carried in her bosom. "Ne'er told my father of the youth whom I have learned to love and who has followed me." "Why should he know it? Would he not prevent it? If you wish that----"