Now Bucciolo was far from suspecting that the lady bore so near a relationship to his respected tutor, although the latter began to be rather uneasy as to the result, feeling some twinges of jealousy which were by no means pleasant.  For he passed most of his winter evenings at the college where he gave lectures, and not unfrequently remained there for the night.  “I should be sorry,” said he to himself, “if this young gentleman were learning these things at my expense, and I must therefore know the real state of the case.”  In the evening his pupil called according to promise, saying, “Worthy master, I am now ready to go.”  “Well, go,” replied the professor; “but be wise, Signor Bucciolo—­be wise and think more than once what you are about.”  “Trust me for that,” said the scholar, a little piqued:  “I shall go well provided, and not walk into the mouth of danger unarmed.”  And away he went, furnished with a good cuirass, a rapier, and a stiletto in his belt.  He was no sooner on his way than the professor slipped out quietly after him, dogging his steps closely, until, trembling with rage, he saw him stop at his own house-door, which, on a smart tap being given, was quickly opened by the lady herself and the pupil admitted.  When the professor saw that it was indeed his own wife, he was quite overwhelmed and thought, “Alas, I fear this young fellow has learned more than he confesses at my expense;” and vowing to be revenged, he ran back to the college, where arming himself with sword and dagger, he then hastened to his house in a terrible passion.  Arriving at his own door, he knocked loudly, and the lady, sitting before the fire with Bucciolo, instantly knew it was her husband, so taking hold of Bucciolo, she concealed him hurriedly under a heap of damp clothes lying on a table near the window for ironing, which done, she ran to the door and inquired who was there.  “Open quickly,” exclaimed the professor.  “You vile woman, you shall soon know who is here!” On opening the door, she beheld him with a drawn sword, and cried in well-affected alarm, “O my dearest life, what means this?” “You know very well what it means,” said he.  “The villain is now in the house.”  “Good Heaven! what is that you say?” exclaimed the lady.  “Are you gone out of your wits?  Come and search the house, and if you find anybody, I will give you leave to kill me on the spot.  What! do you think I should now begin to misconduct myself as I never before did — as none of my family ever did before?  Beware lest the Evil One should be tempting you, and, suddenly depriving you of your senses, draw you to perdition!” But the professor, calling for candles, began to search the house from the cellar upwards—­among the tubs and casks—­in every place but the right place—­running his sword through the beds and under the beds, and into every inch of the bedding—­leaving no corner or crevice of the whole house untouched.  The lady accompanied him with a candle in her hand, frequently interrupting