She turned to Gonzaga impatiently.
"For what do you wait ?" she cried.

"Have you not understood my wishes?
Let the bridge be lowered." "Bethink you, Madonna," he remonstrated.

"You do not know this man.

He may be a spy of Gian Maria's--a hireling paid to betray us." "You fool," she answered sharply.

"Do you not see that it is the wounded knight we met that day you were escorting me to Urbino ?" "What shall that signify ?" demanded he.