If she had known how the delay of a second tortured him! "Describe it to me!" he said.

"What was it like ?" Wondering, the girl tried to describe it.

"It was small and of a strange shape, of thin glass, Messer Syndic," she said.

"Shot with gold, or there was gold afloat in the liquid inside.

I do not know which." "It was not empty ?" "No, it was three parts full." His hand went to his mouth, to hide the working of his lips.