"I certainly shall not feel comfortable while he is at large." After half an hour's talk Francis and his friend took their leave.
"You certainly were born with a silver spoon in your mouth," Matteo said as they took their seats in the gondola, "and my cousin does well to get you out of Venice at once, for I can tell you there are scores of young fellows who would feel jealous at your position with my cousins." "Nonsense!" Francis said, colouring.

"How can you talk so absurdly, Matteo?
I am only a boy, and it will be years before I could think of marriage.

Besides, your cousins are said to be the richest heiresses in Venice; and it is not because I have been able to be of some slight service to them, that I should venture to think of either of them in that way." "We shall see," Matteo laughed.

"Maria is a little too old for you, I grant, but Giulia will do very well; and as you have already come, as Maria says, to be looked upon by them as a brother and protector, there is no saying as to how she may regard you in another two or three years." "The thing is absurd, Matteo," Francis said impatiently.

"Do not talk such nonsense any more." Matteo lay back in his seat and whistled.
"I will say no more about it at present, Francisco," he said, after a pause; "but I must own that I should be well content to stand as high in the good graces of my pretty cousins as you do." The next morning Francis spent some time with his father talking over future arrangements.
"I have no doubt that I shall see you sometimes, Francis; for Polani will be sure to give you an opportunity of making a trip to England, from time to time, in one of his ships trading thither.