Then you will wear the gown, and all Venice will see you in it on your wedding day." "That will be a great thing for the Venetians," observed the young girl, trying not to smile.
"They will see that there are rich men in Murano, too.

It will be a lesson for their intolerable vanity." "Are the Venetians so very vain ?" "Well! Was not my husband a Venetian, blessed soul?
It seems to me that I should know.

Have I forgotten how he would fasten a cock's feather in his cap, almost like a gentleman, and hang his cloak over one shoulder, and pull up his hose till they almost cracked, so as to show off his leg?
Ah, he had handsome legs, my poor Vito, and he never would use anything but pure beeswax to stiffen his mustaches.

No, he never would use tallow.

He was almost like a gentleman!" Nella's little brown eyes were moist as she recalled her husband's small vanities; his dislike of tallow as a cosmetic seemed to affect her particularly.
"That is why I say that it will be a lesson to the pride of those Venetians to see your marriage," she resumed, after drying her eyes with the back of her hand.