Giovanni continued, in the peevish tone of a man who has been badly frightened and is ashamed of it.
"It only shows how ignorant you are of glass-making, if you suppose that my father would care." As he still got no reply beyond a shrug of the shoulders, he changed the subject.

"Did you see my father make any of those things ?" he asked, pointing to the shelves.
"No," answered Zorzi.
"But he made them all here, did he not ?" insisted Giovanni.

"And you are always with him." "He did not make any of them." Giovanni opened his eyes in astonishment.

In his estimation there was no man living, except his father, who could have done such work.

Zorzi smiled, for he knew what the other's astonishment meant.
"I made them all," he said, unable to resist the temptation to take the credit that was justly his.
"You made those things ?" repeated Giovanni incredulously.
But Zorzi was not in the least offended by his disbelief.