And yet, underneath this outward abstraction of the artist, the natural fondness flowed all the same; and as she grew up, the dreamer had understood the dreamer.

And now, shut out from all fame himself; to be forbidden to hail even his daughter's fame!--and that daughter herself to be in the conspiracy against him! Sharper than the serpent's tooth was the ingratitude, and sharper than the serpent's tooth was the wail of the pitying barbiton! The eventful hour is come.

Viola is gone to the theatre,--her mother with her.

The indignant musician remains at home.

Gionetta bursts into the room: my Lord Cardinal's carriage is at the door,--the Padrone is sent for.