"Agostino has a taste for letters, and..." "Tcha! Tcha!" he interrupted, tapping her shoulder sharply.

"I had no thought for letters.

There is my Lord Gambara, and there is Messer Cosimo d'Anguissola, and there is Messer Caro.

There is even Pordenone, the painter." His lips writhed over their names.

"You have friends enough, I think.