Oh, Marco mio, I am afraid he will be very angry!"
"What else did they tell thee?" he questioned doggedly.
"They said there was a Canon Saraceni also--both imprisoned in Venice.
Marco mio, it is an insult to our Holy Father!"
"What else?"
"Nothing more--but only about some law of Venice that I did not
understand; I wished to ask thee."
"And Fra Francesco was here and heard them talk?"
"Nay, Fra Francesco stays never long; and this was but a few moments
before thy coming. I left the Sala Tiziana to see if all were going well
in this little salon, and they were speaking of Vicenza, and I asked
them. Wherefore art thou angry, Marco? What kept thee so late to-night?"
She had never seen him in such a mood; he had persistently refused to
meet her beseeching glance; but now he drew a quick breath of relief,
and came back to her side.
"It was this miserable matter of Vicenza that detained the Council in
such lengthy session," he said, "and it was not fit to have been
mentioned in thy presence, my sweet wife; I might well be angry.
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