He will lock her up in her own room for safety, till the master comes home." "I think I shall always do just what I think right," said Marietta quietly, as if to herself.
"Lord!" cried Nella.

"The young lady is going mad!" Nella was gathering together the remains of the things she had brought.
Exhausted by the pain he had suffered, and by the efforts he had made to hide it, Zorzi lay on his back, looking with half-closed eyes at the graceful outline of the girl's figure, and vaguely wishing that she would never move, and that he might be allowed to die while quietly gazing at her.
"Lady," said Pasquale at last, and rather timidly, "I will take good care of him.

I will get him crutches to-morrow.

I will come in the daytime and keep the fire burning for him." "It would be far better to let it go out," observed Nella, with much sense.
"But the experiments!" cried Zorzi, suddenly coming back from his dream.
"I have promised the master to carry them out." "You see what comes of your glass-working," retorted Nella, pointing to his bandaged foot.
"How did it happen ?" asked Marietta suddenly.

"How did you do it ?" "It was done for him," said Pasquale, "and may the Last Judgment come a hundred times over for him who did it!" His intention was clearer than his words.
"Do you mean that it was done on purpose, out of spite ?" asked Marietta, looking from Pasquale to Zorzi.
"It was an accident," said the latter.