“I pity you, and I wonder why leave is not given to see you openly; you might have some chance of getting married then.”
“The cardinal says that it is not in his power to give permission, as anyone transgressing the foundation is excommunicated.”
“Then I should imagine that the founder of this house is now consumed by the flames of hell.”
“We all think so, and hope he may stay there. The Pope ought to take some order with the house.”
I gave her ten crowns, saying that as I could not see her I could not promise a second visit, and then I went away with Menicuccio, who was angry with himself for having procured me such a tedious hour.
“I suppose I shall never see your mistress or your sister,” said I; “your sister’s voice went to my heart.”
“I should think your ten paistres ought to work miracles.”
“I suppose there is another parlour.”
“Yes; but only priests are allowed to enter it under pain of excommunication, unless you get leave from the Holy Father.”
I could not imagine how such a monstrous establishment could be tolerated, for it was almost impossible, under the circumstances, for the poor girls to get a husband. I calculated that as two hundred piastres were assigned to each as a dowry in case of marriage, the founder must have calculated on two marriages a year at least, and it seemed probable that these sums were made away with by some scoundrel.