"His name is not Médor," retorted Catherine.
"What then,—madis?"
"Nor Amadis. His name is—"
"Galaor?"
"His name is Pagolo, if you must know."
"Aha! so it's Monsieur Pagolo!" muttered Cellini.
"Yes, it's Monsieur Pagolo," rejoined Scozzone, wounded by the contemptuous tone in which Cellini uttered his rival's name,—"a boy of good family, sedate, quiet, devout, and who would make a most excellent husband."
"Is that your opinion, Scozzone?"
"Yes, it is my opinion."
"And yet you have never given him any hope?"