TWELFTH NIGHT. 69

 

proaches which this bold messenger from the Duke poured upon her, and
listening she fell in love with the supposed Cesario; and when Cesario
had gone, Olivia longed to send some love-token after him. So, calling
Malvolio, she bade him follow the boy.

“ He left this rg behind him,” she said, taking one from her finger.
“Tell him I will none of it.”

Malvolio did as he was bid, and then Viola, who of course knew
perfectly well that she had left no ring behind her, saw with a
woman’s quickness that Olivia loved her. Then she went back to
the Duke, very sad at heart’ for her lover, and for Olivia, and for
herself.

It was but cold comfort she could give Orsino, who now sought to
ease the pangs of despised love by listening to sweet music, while Cesario
stood by his side.