"The professor in Bologna in whose house she lives?
Fool, fool! That is doubtless an old story.

Who next?
Olivo?
The Abbate?
Wherefore not?
Or the serving-lad who stood gaping at the door yesterday when we drove up?
She has given herself to all of them.

I am sure of it.

But Lorenzi does not know.

I have stolen a march on him there." Yet all the while he was inwardly convinced that Lorenzi was Marcolina's first lover.