"Well, I have found one for you."
"Dost thou hear, Pagolo?" said the master, turning to the young man in the corner.
"What did you say, master?" he asked, raising his head a second time.
"Come, lay aside thy work a moment, and listen to this. He has found a workshop: dost thou hear?"
"Pardon, master, but I can hear very well from here what my friend Ascanio may say. I would like to complete this study; it seems to me that it is well, when one has piously fulfilled the duties of a Christian on the Sabbath day, to employ one's leisure in some profitable exercise: to work is to pray."
"Pagolo, my friend," said the master, shaking his head more in sadness than in anger, "you would do better, believe me, to work more assiduously and heartily through the week, and enjoy yourself on Sunday like a good comrade, than to idle as you do on ordinary days, and hypocritically set yourself apart from the others by feigning so much ardor in your work on fete-days; but you are your own master, act as seems good to you. And thou sayest, Ascanio, my child?" he continued in a tone in which infinite gentleness and affection were mingled.
"I say that I have found a magnificent workshop for you."
"Where?"
"Do you know the Hôtel de Nesle?"
"Perfectly; that is, by having passed before it, for I have never been within the door."