The single cavalier who occupied the seat, arose, for few gondolas appeared that day with their gloomy-looking and mysterious pavilions, and saluted the masked females with the ease of one accustomed to all presences, but with the reserve of deep respect.
"I have a favorite follower in this race," he said gallantly, "and one in whose skill and force I put great trust.

Until now I have uselessly sought a lady of a beauty and merit so rare, as to warrant that I should place his fortune on her smiles.

But I seek no further." "You are gifted with a keen sight, Signore, that you discover all you seek beneath these masks," returned one of the two females, while their companion, the Carmelite, bowed graciously to the compliment, which seemed little more than was warranted by the usage of such scenes.
"There are other means of recognition than the eyes, and other sources of admiration than the senses, lady.

Conceal yourselves as you will, here do I know that I am near the fairest face, the warmest heart, and the purest mind of Venice!" "This is bold augury, Signore," returned she who was evidently the oldest of the two, glancing a look at her companion as if to note the effect of this gallant speech.

"Venice has a name for the beauty of its dames, and the sun of Italy warms many a generous heart." "Better that such noble gifts should be directed to the worship of the Creator than of the creature," murmured the monk.
"Some there are, holy father, who have admiration for both.