in Polonia, Boemia, in Ungheria, Danimarca, nella Svezia, ed in
piu remote parti_." A devil of a fellow this celebrated English
Arthur Duck, who besides writing a learned treatise _De Usu et
Auth. Jur. Civ. Rom. in Dominiis Principum Christianorum_, was a
knight, a member of Parliament, chancellor of the diocese of
London, and a master in chancery. Gianone flattens himself out
for a couple of pages before this prodigy whom he lovingly calls
_Ariuro_, as who should say Raffaelo or Giordano; and now, where
in the hearts of men lingers Sir Arthur Duck? For one thing he
had a bad name. Our English sense of humour revolts from making
a popular hero of a man called Duck. Yet we made one of Drake.
But there was something masculine about the latter: in fact,
everything.

I am afraid it was rather late when I got to Judith.




CHAPTER II


May 22d.

I wonder whether I should be happier now if I had lived in a
garret "in the brave days when I was twenty-one," if I had
undergone the lessons of misery with the attendant compensations
of "_une folle maitresse, de francs amis et l'amour des chansons_,"
and had joyous-heartedly mounted my six flights of stairs. I
lived modestly, it is true; but never for a moment was I doubtful