I opened the door for her.
"You may leave us now," said I."I will come to you presently." When she was gone I turned once more to the lady, my course resolved upon.

My hate had conquered my last doubt.

What first imported was that I should get to Pesaro and to Madonna Lucrezia.
"You were about to ask me," said I, "that I should accompany you to Pesaro." "I hesitated, sir," she murmured.

I bowed respectfully.
"There was not the need, Madonna," I assured her.

"I am at your service." "But, Messer Boccadoro, I have no claim upon you." "Surely," said I, "the claim that every distressed lady has upon a man of heart.