us.  We kept open house, and where there is a good table and a beautiful young lady like our signorina, the gallants are not far off.  Among them was a very aristocratic gentleman of middle age, the Marquis d’Avennes, whom her excellenza had expressly invited.  We had never received any prince with so much attention; but this was a matter of course, for his mother was a relative of her excellenza.  You must know that my mistress; on her mother’s side, is descended from a family in Normandy.  The Marquis d’Avennes was certainly an elegant cavalier, but rather dainty than manly.  He was soon madly in love with Fraulein Anna, and asked in due form for her hand.  Her excellenza favored the match, and the father said simply:  ‘You will take him!’ He would listen to no opposition.  Other gentlemen don’t consult their daughters when a suitable lover appears.  So the signorina became the marquis’s betrothed wife, but the padrona said firmly that her niece was too young to be married.  She induced Junker Van Hoogstraten, whom she held as firmly as a farrier holds a filly, to defer the wedding until Easter.  The outfit was to be provided during the winter.  The condition that he must wait six months was imposed on the marquis, and he went back to France with the ring on his finger.  His betrothed bride did not shed a single tear for him, and as soon as he had gone, flung the engagement ring into the jewel-cup on her dressing-table, before the eyes of the camariera, from whom I heard the story.  She did not venture to oppose her father, but did not hesitate to express her opinion of the marquis to her excellenza, and her aunt, though she had favored the Frenchman’s suit, allowed it.  Yet there had often been fierce quarrels between the old and young lady, and if the padrona had had reason to clip the wild falcon’s wings and teach her what is fitting for noble ladies, the signorina would have been justified in complaining of many an exaction, by which the padrona had spoiled her pleasure in life.  I am sorry to destroy the confidence of your youth, but whoever grows grey, with his eyes open, will meet persons who rejoice, nay to whom it is a necessity to injure others.  Yet it is a consolation, that no one is wicked simply for the sake of wickedness, and I have often found—­how shall I express it?—­that the worst impulses arise from the perversion, or even the excess of the noblest virtues, whose reverse or caricature they become.  I have seen base envy proceed from beautiful ambition, contemptible avarice from honest emulation, fierce hate from tender love.  My mistress, when she was young, knew how to love truly and faithfully, but she was shamefully deceived, and now rancor, not against an individual, but against life, has taken possession of her, and her noble loyalty has become tenacious adherence to bad wishes.  How this has happened you will learn, if you will continue to listen.