In the evening, when he retired to his room, instead of going to bed to sleep lying down on the sofa, long thought to Mary Magdalene, he made the comparison with the other women who had encountered in various states of Europe, and was more beautiful, more interesting and most adorable of all. It was rather libertine, enterprising, bold with the fair sex, and could boast of bold achievements both on the battlefields in the alcoves, but those were women, and this was an angel, and he was a guest of a friend, of which everything was sacred, and most of all the family.

So the days passed, and Boniface was left to live in peace, in a kind of hallucination, inebriation and happy, and who knows when he decided to leave when the letter from a lawyer Treviso called him to his country on urgent business.

The Colonel would not let him go, the ladies begged him not to abandon them, and even seemed to notice a tear that sparkled like a diamond in the large eyes of Mary Magdalene, but the letter was pressing, and then he also felt the need to escape from that ‘Love that almost suffocated seemed an insult to the guest house and the friend, and departed.

The last word of the Colonel was this:-We read, facite judicium et justitiam …. and the other replied:

Public-Felicitatis incrementum ….