Zorzi! Zorzi! The master cannot move without Zorzi! And where is Zorzi at night?
At home and in bed, like a decent young man?
No.

Zorzi is away in Venice, heaven knows where, doing heaven knows what! Do you wonder that he is so pale and tired in the morning?
It seems to me quite natural.

Eh?
What do you think, my pretty lady ?" Marietta was silent for a moment.

It was only a servant's spiteful gossip, but it hurt her.
"Are you sure that he goes to Venice alone at night ?" she asked, after a little pause.
"Am I sure that I live, that I belong to you, and that my name is Nella?
Is not the boat moored under my window?
Did I not hear the chain rattling softly last night?
I got up and looked out, and I saw Zorzi, as I see you, taking the padlock off.

I am not blind--praise be to heaven, I see.