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Updated: June 20, 2025
But the transaction had shown him that his only chance of success for the future lay in frankly telling old Beroviero what he had done in his absence, while reserving his secret for himself. The master was proud of him as his pupil, and sincerely attached to him as a man, and would certainly not try to force him into explaining how the glass was made.
You know that Marietta is betrothed to Messer Jacopo Contarini " "I have told you that I will not marry him," said Marietta quietly, "so it is just as if I had never been betrothed to him." "That is no reason for marrying Zorzi," retorted Beroviero. "A pretty match for you! Angelo Beroviero's daughter and a penniless foreigner who cannot even be allowed to work openly at his art!"
The two men exchanged a few words, to which she paid no attention, and took leave of each other with great ceremony and much bowing on both sides. When her father turned at last, Marietta was already walking towards the door, the servant by her left side. Beroviero had scarcely joined her when she started a little, and laid her hand upon his arm. "The Greek merchant!" she whispered.
"I remember that you recommended me to send a strong force," observed the Governor. "Perhaps you knew that a rescue was intended. Or you were aware that the fellow had daring accomplices." "I only suspected it," Giovanni answered. "I knew nothing. He was always alone." "He has hardly been out of my sight for five years," said old Beroviero sadly.
She ran away laughing and hid herself in the passage where she had spent moments of anguish on the night of Zorzi's arrest, and she waved a kiss to him, when her father was not watching. Zorzi waited at the door of the laboratory, while Beroviero waited within, standing by the table to receive his honourable visitor.
The intended bridegroom was punctual, but Beroviero thought that he might have shown such anxiety to see his bride as should have brought him to the door a few minutes before the time. Marietta had drawn her veil across her face, leaving only her eyes uncovered, according to custom. "It is hot," she complained. "It will be cool in the church," answered her father.
He smiled grimly in the dark as he thought of the young nobleman waiting for an hour or two beside the pillar, to be looked at by some one who never came, then catching sight at last of some ugly old maid of forty, protected by her servant, ogling him, while she said her prayers and filling him with horror at the thought that she must be Marietta Beroviero.
Beroviero looked where she was looking. By the first pillar, gazing intently at Arisa's kneeling figure, stood Aristarchi, his hands folded over his broad chest, his shaggy head bent forward, his sturdy legs a little apart. He, too, had come to see the promised bride, and to be a witness of the bargain whereby he also was to be enriched.
So he poked the fire with his iron rod, and set his teeth, and said nothing, while old Beroviero moved about the room. "Zorzi," said the master presently, "I meant you to hear what I said to my daughter." "I heard, sir," answered the young man, rising respectfully, and waiting for more. "Remember the name you heard," said Beroviero.
It was therefore a real economy to frequent Hossein's shop. In spite of his pretended forgetfulness, Venier remembered every word that Beroviero had told him, and indolently as he talked, his whole nature was roused to defend Zorzi.
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