He nodded to the young man carelessly, but said nothing, and no one would have guessed how kindly he had spoken to him on the previous night.

Giovanni Beroviero took ceremonious leave of his father, his cap in his hand, bending low, a lean man, twenty years older than Marietta, with an insignificant brow and clean-shaven, pointed jaw and greedy lips.

Marietta stood within the shadow of the doorway, very pale.
Nella was beside her, and Giovanni's wife, and further in, at a respectful distance, the serving-people, for the master's departure was an event of importance.
The gondola pushed off when Beroviero had disappeared under the 'felse' with a final wave of the hand.

Zorzi stood still, looking after his master, and Marietta came forward to the doorstep and pretended to watch the gondola also.

Zorzi was the first to turn, and their eyes met.