As for us we take words from all languages and all sources, provided they suit the genius of our own language. We love to see our riches increase; we even steal from the poor, but to do so is the general characteristic of the rich.
The amiable marchioness gave us a delicious dinner in a house designed by Palladio. Chiaccheri had warned me to say nothing about the Shepherdess Fortuna; but at dinner she told him she was sure he had taken me to her house. He had not the face to deny it, and I did not conceal the pleasure I had received.
“Stratico admires Fortuna,” said the marchioness, “and I confess that her writings have great merit, but it’s a pity one cannot go to the house, except under an incognito.”
“Why not?” I asked, in some astonishment.
“What!” said she to the abbe, “you did not tell him whose house it is?”
“I did not think it necessary, her father and mother rarely shew themselves.”
“Well, it’s of no consequence.”
“But what is her father?” I asked, “the hangman, perhaps?”
“Worse, he’s the ‘bargello’, and you must see that a stranger cannot be received into good society here if he goes to such places as that.”
Chiaccheri looked rather hurt, and I thought it my duty to say that I would not go there again till the eve of my departure.