He turned the boat to the left, so he must have been going to Venice, and it was at least an hour after the midnight bells when I heard the chain again, and I looked out, and there he was.

But he did not come into the house.

And this morning I saw him coming out of the glass-house, just as the men went in.

He was as pale as a boiled chicken." Marietta had seen him, too, and the coincidence gave colour to the rest of the woman's tale, as would have happened if the whole story had been an invention instead of being quite true.

Nella was combing the girl's thick hair, an operation peculiarly conducive to a maid's chattering, for she has the certainty that her mistress cannot get away, and must therefore listen patiently.
A shadow had fallen on the brightness of Marietta's morning.