"It is so little a secret, that I shall recite this sonnet at the court festival this very evening.

I shall not, therefore, need your secrecy, Rosabella." "So the fair Geraldine never shows herself to you unless in a dark veil, black as the night," said the duchess, musingly.

"But tell me, brother, who then is the fair Geraldine?
Of the ladies at court, I know not a single one who bears that name." "So you see from that, the whole is only a fiction--a creation of my fancy." "No, indeed," said she, smiling; "one does not write with such warmth and enthusiasm unless he is really in love.

You sing your lady-love, and you give her another name.

That is very plain.