The labours of writing my thesis and passing my examination were of course sufficient excuses for Madame Orio, who only wanted to reproach me for having remained so long away from her house.
As I left, Nanette gave me a letter containing a note from Angela, the contents of which ran as follows: "If you are not afraid of passing another night with me you shall have no reason to complain of me, for I love you, and I wish to hear from your own lips whether you would still have loved me if I had consented to become contemptible in your eyes." This is the letter of Nanette, who alone had her wits about her: "M.

Rosa having undertaken to bring you back to our house, I prepare these few lines to let you know that Angela is in despair at having lost you.

I confess that the night you spent with us was a cruel one, but I do not think that you did rightly in giving up your visits to Madame Orio.
If you still feel any love for Angela, I advise you to take your chances once more.

Accept a rendezvous for another night; she may vindicate herself, and you will be happy.

Believe me; come.