A little apart, and behind them, is Don Pezoa, the superintendent of the king of Portugal; he is speaking with Diego d'Aro, and Antonio de Vaglio, superintendents from Spain.

The gentlemen near them are Italian and Portuguese merchants, whose names I could tell you, for I know them all, but such details would not interest you." "I am indebted to you for your kindness, Signor Turchi," replied Deodati.
"My nephew, Geronimo, would give me all this information, but he is surrounded by his young friends, and as he sees me with you, he is undoubtedly convinced that I could not be in better or more agreeable company.

Have the kindness to tell me the name of the fine-looking old man seated near the table, and to give me some information regarding those who are listening to him with so much attention." "Around the table, signor, are the most learned men of Netherlands.

That gray-headed orator is the old Graphaeus, secretary of the city of Antwerp, and the author of several well written Latin works.

The young man, on whose shoulder he leans, is his son, Alexander, who is also very learned.
Before him is seated Abraham Ortelius, the great geographer, who is regarded as the Ptolemy of his age.