Part 48 (1/2)
His large wallet was so full of gold that he could hardly draw the strong silken strings together and tie them.
”A friend's house!” laughed Loredan, who had lost somewhat less than the others. ”It would give us much delight to know the colour of the lady's hair!”
To this Contarini answered only by a smile, which was not devoid of satisfaction.
”Take care!” said Foscari, gloomily contemplating the bare table before him, over which so much of his good gold had slipped away. ”Take care! Luck at play, mischance in love, says the proverb.”
”Oh! In that case I congratulate you, my dear friend!” returned Contarini gaily.
The others laughed at the retort, and the party broke up, though all did not go at once. Venier went out alone, while two or three walked with Contarini to his gondola. The rest stayed behind in the shop and made old Hossein unroll his choicest carpets and show them his most precious embroideries, though he protested that it was already much too dark to appreciate such choice things. But they did not wish to be seen coming away in a body, for such playing was very strictly forbidden, and the spies of the Ten were everywhere.
Contarini dismissed his gondola at the house of the Agnus Dei, and was admitted by the trusted servant who had once taken a message to Zorzi. He found Arisa waiting for him in her favourite place by the open window, and the glow of the setting sun made little fires in her golden hair. She could tell by his face that he had been fortunate at play, and her smile was very soft and winning. As he sank down beside her in the luxurious silence of satisfaction, her fingers were stealthily trying the weight of his laden wallet. She could not lift it with one hand. She smiled again, as she thought how easily Aristarchi would carry the money in his teeth, well tied and knotted in a kerchief, when he slipped down the silk rope from her window, though it would be much wiser to exchange it for pearls and diamonds which Contarini might see and admire, and which she could easily take with her in her final flight.
He trusted her, too, in his careless way, and that night, when he was ready to go down and admit his companions, he would empty most of the gold into a little coffer in which he often left the key, taking but just enough to play with, and almost sure of winning more.
She was very gentle on that evening, when the sun had gone down, and they sat in the deepening dusk, and she spoke sadly of not seeing him for several hours. It would be so lonely, she said, and since he could play in the daytime, why should he give up half of one precious night to those tiresome dice? He laughed indolently, pleased that she should not even suspect the real object of the meetings.
By and by, when it was an hour after dark, and they had eaten of delicate things which a silent old woman brought them on small silver platters, Contarini went down to let in his guests, and Arisa was alone, as usual on such evenings. For a long time she lay quite still among the cus.h.i.+ons, in the dark, for Jacopo had taken the light with him. She loved to be in darkness, as she always told him, and for very good reasons, and she had so accustomed herself to it as to see almost as well as Aristarchi himself, for whom she was waiting.
At last she heard the expected signal of his coming, the soft and repeated splas.h.i.+ng of an oar in the water just below the window. In a moment she was in the inner room, to receive him in her straining arms, longing to be half crushed to death in his. But to-night, even as he held her in the first embrace of meeting, she felt that something had happened, and that there was a change in him. She drew him to the little light that burned in her chamber before the image, and looked into his face, terrified at the thought of what she might see there. He smiled at her and raised his s.h.a.ggy eyebrows as if to ask if she really distrusted him.
”Yes,” he said, nodding his big head slowly, ”something has happened. You are quick at guessing. We are going to-night. There is moonlight and the tide will serve in two or three hours. Get ready what you need and put together the jewels and the money.”
”To-night!” cried Arisa, very much surprised. ”To-night? Do you really mean it?”
”Yes. I am in earnest. Michael has emptied my house of all my belongings to-day and has taken the keys back to the owner. We have plenty of time, for I suppose those overgrown boys are playing at dice downstairs, and I think I shall take leave of Contarini in person.”
”You are capable of anything!” laughed Arisa. ”I should like to see you tear him into little strips, so that every shred should keep alive to be tortured!”
”How amiable! What gentle thoughts you have! Indeed, you women are sweet creatures!”
With her small white hand she jestingly pretended to box his huge ears.
”You would be well paid if I refused to go with you,” she said with a low laugh. ”But I should like to know why you have decided so suddenly. What is the matter? What is to become of all our plans, and of Contarini's marriage? Tell me quickly!”
”I have had a visit from an officer of the Ten to-day,” he said. ”The Ten send me greeting, as it were, and their service, and kindly invite me to leave Venice within twenty-four hours. As the Ten are the only persons in Venice for whom I have the smallest respect, I shall show it by accepting their invitation.”
”But why? What have you done?”
”Of course it is not a serious matter to give a sound beating to an officer of justice and six of his men,” answered Aristarchi, ”but it is not the custom here, and they suspect me of having done it. To tell the truth, I think I am hardly treated. I have sent Zorzi back to Murano, and if the Ten have the sense to look for him where he has been living for five years, they will find him at once, at work in that stifling furnace-room. But I fancy that is too simple for them.”
He told her how Pasquale had come in the morning, and how the officer who had been in pursuit of him had searched the s.h.i.+p for Zorzi in vain. The order to leave Venice had come an hour later. The anchors were now up, and the vessel was riding to a kedge by a light hawser, well out in the channel. As soon as Arisa could be brought on board Aristarchi meant to make sail, for the strong offsh.o.r.e breeze would blow all night.
”We may as well leave nothing behind,” said Aristarchi coolly. ”Michael will wait for us below, in one of the s.h.i.+p's boats. There is room for all Contarini's possessions, if we could only get at them.”
”Would it not be better to be content with what we have already, and to go at once?” asked Arisa rather timidly.
”No,” replied Aristarchi. ”I am going to say good-bye to your old friend in my own way.”
”Do you mean to kill him?” asked Arisa in a whisper, though it was quite safe for them to talk in natural tones. ”I could go behind him and throw something over his head.”