"You would be as bad as my sons, or worse.

Even they have enough sense to know that half the beauty of a cup, when it is used, lies in the colour of the wine itself, which must be seen through it.

But I forgive you, because you were only anxious to blow the glass thin, in order to show me the tint.

You know better.

That is why I mean to trust you in a very grave matter." Zorzi bent his head respectfully, but said nothing.
"I am obliged to make a journey before my daughter's marriage takes place," continued Beroviero.