"Besides, you trust him with all your secrets." "Yes, I trust him," assented Beroviero.

"But these are private matters." "So private, that my serving-woman knows more of them than I do." "You encourage her to talk." Marietta laughed, for she was determined to be good-humoured, in spite of what she said.
"If I did, that would not teach her things which I do not know myself! Is it true that you have ordered the gown to be embroidered with pearls ?" "You like pearls, do you not ?" asked Beroviero with a little anxiety.
"You see!" cried Marietta triumphantly.

"Nella knows all about it." "I was going to tell you this morning," said her father in a tone of annoyance.

"By my faith, one can keep nothing secret! One cannot even give you a surprise." "Nella knows everything," returned the girl, sitting on the corner of the table and looking from her father to Zorzi.

"That must be why you chose her for my serving-woman when I was a little girl.