"So you do well to urge it." The answer put my cousin entirely out of countenance a moment.

It was a blunt way of reminding me that in this Cosimo I saw one who followed after me in the heirship to Mondolfo, and in whose interests it was that I should don the conventual scapulary.
I looked at Cosimo's haughty face and cruel mouth, and conjectured in that hour whether I should have found him so very civil and pleasant a cousin had things been other than they were.
O, a very serpent was Messer Fifanti; and I have since wondered whether of intent he sought to sow in my heart hatred of my guelphic cousin, that he might make of me a tool for his own service--as you shall come to understand.
Meanwhile, Cosimo, having recovered, waved aside the imputation, and smiled easily.
"Nay, there you wrong me.

The Anguissola lose more than I shall gain by Agostino's renunciation of the world.

And I am sorry for it.

You believe me, cousin ?" I answered his courteous speech as it deserved, in very courteous terms.
This set a pleasanter humour upon all.