Her story was an old, old story, to which we may perhaps recur: an orphan, born of the people, she was abandoned in her infancy, but God protected her. Destined to afford pleasure to everybody, she met a man to whom she afforded pure happiness.
Having introduced these new characters, we now resume the thread of our narrative where we let it drop.
"Aha! whence comest thou, gadabout?" said the master to Ascanio.
"Whence do I come? I come from gadding about for you, master."
"Since morning?"
"Since morning."
"Say rather that thou hast been in quest of adventure?"
"What manner of adventure should I have been in quest of, master?" murmured Ascanio.
"How can I know, pray?"
"Well, well! and if it were so, where's the harm?" interposed Scozzone. "Indeed, he's a pretty boy enough to have adventures run after him, even though he run not after adventures."