In some way or another he gained the favourable notice of Duke Cosimo, and seems to have rendered him some acceptable service:  at all events, he found himself at home in the entourage of the Sovereign.  By his second wife, Madonna Nannina, daughter of Messer Niccolo de’ Soderini—­a lineal descendant of the self-seeking and notorious adviser of Don Piero de’ Medici—­he had two daughters, Constanza and Eleanora, named after her godmother, the Duchess Eleanora.

Constanza was married to Antonio de’ Ridolfi, the same year that the poor broken-hearted Duchess sobbed herself to death at Pisa after the terrible tragedies of 1557 and 1562, and Messer Luigi was left with Eleanora, the pride of her father’s heart, the joy of his home.  As beautiful as any girl in Florence, she was just sixteen, highly accomplished, full of spirits, and endowed with some of that pride and haughty bearing which had distinguished her forbears.  She had, in short, all the makings of a successful woman of the world.

Admitted to intimacy and companionship with the children of the Duke, he had noted the graceful development of the bright young girl’s physical and mental charms; and he had given evidence of his interest in her by many pleasant courtesies, both to herself and to her parents.

Messer Luigi soon observed the partiality of his Sovereign for his fascinating young daughter, and being a man anxious, after the manner of a true Florentine, even in those degenerate days, to better himself and his family, he saw that something more than mere romance could be made out of the situation.  The commercial assets of his daughter’s person loomed large in his estimation, for if the Duke took a serious fancy to Eleanora, it was conceivable that she might one day become his consort!

When the girl told her father of the Duke’s kindness to her, and of his embraces and tender words, he counselled her not to repel her admirer, for what he meant was all for her good and for the distinction of her family.  The liaison went on unrebuked, encouraged by Cosimo’s promises and Luigi’s hopes.  Nannina’s tears of apprehension were brushed aside by Eleanora’s kisses.

Very tactfully Messer Luigi let the Duke know that his attentions were acceptable, and that he and his good wife were vastly honoured by his condescension to their daughter.  In view of favours to come, he plainly intimated that Eleanora was quite at his disposal, or, as he put it, quite courtier-like, di fare il piacere di Cosimo!

The Duke needed no encouragement as the universal lover and ravisher of the most comely maidens in Florence.  He was only too pleased to carry off this charming young druda to his villa at Castello, and Eleanora was nothing loth to go—­the prospect of a throne has always been an irresistible attraction to women in all ages!