A few days later Anselmo returned to his house and did not perceive what

it had lost, that which he so lightly treated and so highly prized. He

went at once to see Lothario, and found him at home; they embraced each

other, and Anselmo asked for the tidings of his life or his death.

"The tidings I have to give thee, Anselmo my friend," said Lothario, "are

that thou dost possess a wife that is worthy to be the pattern and crown

of all good wives. The words that I have addressed to her were borne away

on the wind, my promises have been despised, my presents have been

refused, such feigned tears as I shed have been turned into open

ridicule. In short, as Camilla is the essence of all beauty, so is she

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the treasure-house where purity dwells, and gentleness and modesty abide

with all the virtues that can confer praise, honour, and happiness upon a

woman. Take back thy money, my friend; here it is, and I have had no need

to touch it, for the chastity of Camilla yields not to things so base as

gifts or promises. Be content, Anselmo, and refrain from making further

proof; and as thou hast passed dryshod through the sea of those doubts

and suspicions that are and may be entertained of women, seek not to

plunge again into the deep ocean of new embarrassments, or with another

pilot make trial of the goodness and strength of the bark that Heaven has

granted thee for thy passage across the sea of this world; but reckon

thyself now safe in port, moor thyself with the anchor of sound

reflection, and rest in peace until thou art called upon to pay that debt

which no nobility on earth can escape paying."

Anselmo was completely satisfied by the words of Lothario, and believed

them as fully as if they had been spoken by an oracle; nevertheless he

begged of him not to relinquish the undertaking, were it but for the sake

of curiosity and amusement; though thenceforward he need not make use of

the same earnest endeavours as before; all he wished him to do was to

write some verses to her, praising her under the name of Chloris, for he

himself would give her to understand that he was in love with a lady to

whom he had given that name to enable him to sing her praises with the

decorum due to her modesty; and if Lothario were unwilling to take the

trouble of writing the verses he would compose them himself.

"That will not be necessary," said Lothario, "for the muses are not such

enemies of mine but that they visit me now and then in the course of the

year. Do thou tell Camilla what thou hast proposed about a pretended

amour of mine; as for the verses will make them, and if not as good as

the subject deserves, they shall be at least the best I can produce." An

agreement to this effect was made between the friends, the ill-advised

one and the treacherous, and Anselmo returning to his house asked Camilla

the question she already wondered he had not asked before--what it was

that had caused her to write the letter she had sent him. Camilla replied

that it had seemed to her that Lothario looked at her somewhat more

freely than when he had been at home; but that now she was undeceived and

believed it to have been only her own imagination, for Lothario now

avoided seeing her, or being alone with her. Anselmo told her she might

be quite easy on the score of that suspicion, for he knew that Lothario

was in love with a damsel of rank in the city whom he celebrated under

the name of Chloris, and that even if he were not, his fidelity and their

great friendship left no room for fear. Had not Camilla, however, been

informed beforehand by Lothario that this love for Chloris was a

pretence, and that he himself had told Anselmo of it in order to be able

sometimes to give utterance to the praises of Camilla herself, no doubt

she would have fallen into the despairing toils of jealousy; but being

forewarned she received the startling news without uneasiness.




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