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But Morosini repeated Marcantonio's
speech with some amusement, for the scholarly friar had never been known
to have a friend among the women--old or young.
"I do not understand," he said, with no perception of any humor in the
situation.
"It was the gift of the Reverend Father Paolo to the chapel of the
Servi," Marcantonio explained. "The Madonna del Sorriso was well known
in Rome."
"Ah, I recall now the face of your lady, though I have not known her,"
the friar responded courteously, yet he hesitated a moment before
accepting the seat which the secretary rose to offer him. "If it is the
face which the Veronese hath painted, her spirit must be fair. It should
make a home holy," he added, after a moment's pause.
Marcantonio's face flushed with pleasure. The friar was still regarding
him with a gaze so penetrating, yet apparently so guiltless of
intentional rudeness that it ceased to be an impertinence, and amused
the young Venetian by its unconventionality. "Is there anything it would
please Fra Paolo to ask of me?" he inquired affably.


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