The pictures with which the closet where we breakfasted was adorned were admirable more from the colouring and the design than from the amorous combats they represented. "They don't make any impression on me," said the duke, and he shewed us that it was so. Leonilda looked away, and I felt shocked, but concealed my feelings. "I am in the same state as you," said I, "but I will not take the trouble of convincing you." "That can't be," said he; and passing his hand rapidly over me he assured himself that it was so. "It's astonishing," he cried; "you must be as impotent as I am." "If I wanted to controvert that assertion one glance into Leonilda's eyes would be enough." "Look at him, dearest Leonilda, that I may be convinced." Leonilda looked tenderly at me, and her glance produced the result I had expected. "Give me your hand," said I, to the poor duke, and he did so. "I was in the wrong," he exclaimed, but when he endeavoured to bring the surprising object to light I resisted. He persisted in his endeavours, and I determined to play on him a trick. I took Leonilda's hand and pressed my lips to it, and just as the duke thought he had triumphed I besprinkled him, and went off into a roar of laughter. He laughed too, and went to get a napkin. The girl could see nothing of all this, as it went on under the table; and while my burning lips rested on her hand, my eyes were fixed on hers and our breath mingled. This close contact had enabled me to baptise the duke, but when she took in the joke we made a group worthy of the pen of Aretin. It was a delightful breakfast, though we passed certain bounds which decency ought to have proscribed to us, but Leonilda was wonderfully innocent considering her position. We ended the scene by mutual embraces, and when I took my burning lips from Leonilda's I felt consumed with a fire which I could not conceal. When we left I told the duke that I would see his mistress no more, unless he would give her up to me, declaring that I would marry her and give her a dower of five thousand ducats. "Speak to her, and if she consents I will not oppose it. She herself will tell you what property she has." I then went to dress for dinner. I found the duchess in the midst of a large circle, and she told me kindly that she was very sorry to hear of my losses. "Fortune is the most fickle of beings, but I don't complain of my loss--nay, when you speak thus I love it, and I even think that you will make me win this evening." "I hope so, but I am afraid not; you will have to contend against Monte Leone, who is usually very lucky."