"I was in the main furnace room with your brother.

The blow-pipe with the hot glass slipped from a man's hand.

Your brother saw it--he will tell you." "I have been porter here for five-and-twenty years," retorted Pasquale, "and there have been several accidents in that time.

But I never heard of one like that." "It was nothing else," said Zorzi.
His voice was weak.

Nella had finished collecting her belongings.
Marietta saw that she could not stay any longer at present, and she went once more to Zorzi's side.
"Let Pasquale take care of you to-day," she said.