Then she knew that she was quite alone in the garden, and she let the tears flow as they would, bending her head till it touched the trunk of the tree, and they wet the smooth bark and ran down to the dry earth.
Zorzi went in, and began to tend the fire as usual, until it should please the master to give him other orders.

Old Beroviero was sitting in the big chair in which he sometimes rested himself, his elbow on one of its arms, and his hand grasping his beard below his chin.
"Zorzi," he said at last, "I have seen that man before." Zorzi looked at him, expecting more, but for some time Beroviero said nothing.

The young man selected his pieces of beech wood, laying them ready before the little opening just above the floor.
"It is very strange," said Beroviero at last.

"He seems to be a rich merchant now, but I am almost quite sure that I saw him in Naples." "Did you know him there, sir ?" asked Zorzi.
"No," answered his master thoughtfully.

"I saw him in a cart with his hands tied behind him, on his way to be hanged." "He looks as if one hanging would not be enough for him," observed Zorzi.
Beroviero was silent for a moment.