To-day he and you are one.

Are one! What are you plotting together ?" The Syndic shrank from the other's side under the stab of her words--words that, uttered at random, flew, straight as the arrow that slew Ahab, to the joint of his armour.

"To-day you and that man are one," she repeated.

"One! What are you plotting together ?" She knew as much as that, did she?
She knew that they were one, and that they were plotting together; while in the Council men were clamouring for the Paduan's arrest, and were growing suspicious because he was not arrested--Baudichon, whom he had called a fat hog, and Petitot, that slow, plodding sleuth-hound of a patriot.

What if light fell on the true state of things--and less than the girl had said might cast that light?
Then the warrant might go, not for the Paduan only, but for himself.