Part 33 (1/2)

”A window is an ear,” answered Nella mysteriously. ”The nights are still and voices carry far.”

”What great secret are you going to talk of?” inquired Marietta, with a careless smile, as she drew the long pins from her hair and let the heavy braids fall behind her.

”Bad news, bad news!” Nella repeated. ”The young master is doing things which he ought not to do, because they are very unjust and spiteful. I am only a poor serving-woman, but I would bite off my fingers, like this”-and she bit them sharply and shook them-”before I would let them do such things!”

”What do you mean, Nella?” asked Marietta. ”You must not speak of my brother in that way.”

”Your brother! Eh, your brother!” cried Nella in a low and angry voice, quite unlike her own. ”Do you know what your brother has done? He has been to Messer Jacopo Contarini, your betrothed husband, and he has told him that Zorzi is a liar, a thief and an a.s.sa.s.sin, and that he will have him arrested to-night, if he can, and Messer Jacopo promised that his father, who is of the Council, shall have Zorzi condemned! And your brother has seen the Governor of Murano in Venice, and has given him a great letter, and the Governor said that it should not be to-night, but to-morrow. That is the sort of man your brother is.”

Marietta was standing. She had turned slowly pale while Nella was speaking, and grasped the back of a chair with both hands. She thought she was going to faint.

CHAPTER XVI

Marrietta's heart stood still, as she bent over the back of the chair holding it with both her hands, but feeling that she was falling. She had expected anything but this, when Nella had begun to speak. The blow was sudden and heavy, and she herself had never known how much she could be hurt, until that moment.

Nella looked at her in astonishment. The serving-woman had changed her mind about Zorzi of late, and had grown fond of him in taking care of him. But her anger against Giovanni was roused rather because what he was about to do was an affront to his father, her master, than out of mere sympathy for the intended victim. She was far from understanding what could have so deeply moved Marietta.

”You see,” she said triumphantly, ”what sort of a brother you have!”

The sound of her voice recalled the young girl just when she felt that she was losing consciousness. Her first instinct was to go to Zorzi and warn him. He must escape at once. The Governor had said that it should be to-morrow, but he might change his mind and send his men to-night. There was no time to be lost, she must go instantly. As she stood upright she could see the porter's light s.h.i.+ning through the small grated window, for Pasquale was still awake, but in a few minutes the light would go out. She had often been at her own window at that hour, and had watched it, wondering whether Zorzi would work far into the night, and whether he was thinking of her.

It would be easy to slip out by the side door and run across. No one would know, except Nella and Pasquale, but she would have preferred that only the latter should be in the secret. She was still dressed, though her hair was undone, and the hood of a thin silk mantle would hide that. Her mind reasoned by instantaneous flashes now, and she had full control of herself again. She would tell Nella that she was going downstairs again for a little while, and she would also tell her to make an infusion of lime flowers and to bring it in half an hour and wait for her. Down the main staircase to the landing, down the narrow stairs in the dark, out into the street-it would not take long, and she would tap very softly at the door of the gla.s.s-house.

When she said that she would go down again, Nella suspected nothing. On the contrary she thought her mistress was wise.

”You will lead on the Signor Giovanni to talk of Zorzi,” she said. ”You will learn something.”

”And make me a drink of lime flowers,” continued Marietta. ”The housekeeper has plenty.”

”I know, I know,” answered Nella. ”Shall you come up again soon?”

”Be here in half an hour with the drink, and wait for me. You had better go for the lime flowers before the housekeeper is asleep. I will twist my hair up again before I go down.”

Nella nodded and disappeared, for the housekeeper generally went to bed very early. As soon as she was out of the room Marietta took her silk cloak and wrapped herself in it, drawing the end over her head, so as to hide her hair and shade her face. She was pale still, but her lips were tightly closed and her eyelids a little drawn together, as she left the room. She met no one on the stairs. In the dark, when she reached the door, she could feel the oak bar that was set across it at night, and she slipped it back into its hole in the wall, without making much noise. She lifted the latch and went out.

The night was still and clear, and the young moon was setting. If any one had been looking out she must have been seen as she crossed the wooden bridge, and she glanced nervously back at the open windows. There were lights in the big room, and she heard Giovanni's monotonous voice, as he talked to his wife. But there was shadow under the gla.s.s-house, and a moment later she was tapping softly at the door. Pasquale looked down from the grating, and was about to say something uncomplimentary when he recognised her, for he could see very well when there was little light, like most sailors. He opened the door at once, and stood aside to let Marietta enter.

”Shut the door quickly,” she whispered, ”and do not open it for anybody, till I come out.”

Pasquale obeyed in silence. He knew as well as she did that Giovanni was sitting in the big room, with open windows, within easy hearing of ordinary sounds. A feeble light came through the open door of the porter's lodge.

”Is Zorzi awake?” Marietta asked in a low tone, when both had gone a few steps down the corridor.

”Yes. He will sleep little to-night, for the boys have not come, and he must tend the fire himself.”

Marietta guessed that her brother had given the order, so that Zorzi might be left quite alone.

”Pasquale,” she said, ”I can trust you, I am sure. You are a good friend to Zorzi.”