Dante entered the home and found Ophelia speaking with the maids. She stopped when she noticed his arrival and seemed to inspect what he wore.
"Take off your shirt and pants," Ophelia instructed Dante.
"Wouldn't it be best to wait until I enter my chamber?"
"That would be best," Ophelia agreed, nodding her head. "When you take them off, give them to a maid. I will mend them for you," she offered.
"You must choose your words more carefully, dear wife."
"You must know that I would never attempt to seduce you," Ophelia said, knowing what Dante thought. "I sent a maid to prepare your bath so you can get undressed in your chamber and wait for the water to arrive. Do not toss your clothing."
"I have plenty of shirts and pants to replace-"
"It is a waste of money. I can mend the holes so it is like your clothing is brand new. How is it that under all that armour you managed to tear the material?" Ophelia wondered, questioning the quality. "Who picks the material you buy?"
