"
"Listen, then! One day the nobles shall find that name inscribed in the
'Libro d'Oro'; it shall be there, for mine shall suffice."
The master answered nothing, but bending over the sketch which his pupil
had made he caressed it, here and there, with loving touches of his
magic brush, while the young nobleman poured forth his vehement speech,
forgetting to watch the master's fingers.
"Once in the annals of the Republic there is noted such a marriage; a
daughter of Murano, of the house of Beroviero--nay, not so beautiful as
Marina--wedded with one of our noblest names; and the children, by
decree of the Senate, were written every one in the 'Libro d'Oro.'"
"_This_ have I done for thee!" said the master, moving away from the
sketch and disclosing it to the young fellow, who gazed at it in silent
amazement. "Only the eyes have I not touched," the Veronese explained;
"for thou hast made them more soulful than even unto me they seemed, and
thus have I read thy secret."
"Maestro mio!" cried Marcantonio at length, in ecstasy; "none among us
may learn the marvel of thine art!"
"I have but touched thy sketch with the power that mine art could give,"
the master answered, well pleased.
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