“I know nothing of thy errand, Gino, nor of thy reason for wishing to change thy master’s livery for the dress of a common boatman.  Thou art far more comely with those silken flowers than in this faded velveteen; and if I have ever said aught in commendation of its appearance, it was because we were bent on merry-making, and being one of the party, it would have been churlish to have withheld a word of praise to a companion, who, as thou knowest, does not dislike a civil speech in his own praise.”

“Zitto, zitto! here is no merry-making and companions, but a matter of gravity, and one that must be performed offhand.  The jacket, if thou lovest me!”

Annina, who had not neglected essentials while she moralized on motives, threw the garment on a stool that stood within reach of the gondolier’s hand, as he made this strong appeal in a way to show that she was not to be surprised out of a confession of this sort, even in the most unguarded moment.

“If I love thee, truly!  Thou hast the jacket, Gino, and thou mayest search in its pockets for an answer to thy letter, which I do not thank thee for having got the duca’s secretary to indite.  A maiden should be discreet in affairs of this sort; for one never knows but he may make a confidant of a rival.”

“Every work of it is as true as if the devil himself had done the office for me, girl,” muttered Gino, uncasing himself from his flowery vestment, and as rapidly assuming the plainer garment he had sought—­“The cap, Annina, and the mask!”

“One who wears so false a face, in common, has little need of a bit of silk to conceal his countenance,” she answered, throwing him, notwithstanding, both the articles he required.

“This is well.  Father Battista himself, who boasts he can tell a sinner from a penitent merely by the savor of his presence, would never suspect a servitor of Don Camillo Monforte in this dress.  Cospetto! but I have half a mind to visit that knave of a Jew, who has got thy golden chain in pledge, and give him a hint of what may be the consequences, should he insist on demanding double the rate of interest we agreed on.”

“’Twould be Christian justice! but what would become of thy matter of gravity the while, Gino, and of thy haste to enter on its performance?”

“Thou sayest truly, girl.  Duty above all other things; though to frighten a grasping Hebrew may be as much of a duty as other matters.  Are all thy father’s gondolas in the water?”

“How else could he be gone to the Lido, and my brother Luigi to Fusini, and the two serving-men on the usual business to the islands, or how else should I be alone?”

“Diavolo! is there no boat in the canal?”

“Thou art in unwonted haste, Gino, now thou hast a mask and jacket of velvet.  I know not that I should suffer one to enter my father’s house when I am in it alone, and take such disguises to go abroad, at this hour.  Thou wilt tell me thy errand, that I may judge of the propriety of what I do.”