"Then name it not, lest he hear thee." The answer proved, like all the others, unsatisfactory and bootless.
Gino now ceased to question any; but he threaded the throng with an active and eager eye. Fifty times was he tempted to speak, but as often did some difference in stature or dress, some laugh, or trifle uttered in levity, warn him of his mistake. He penetrated to the very head of the piazza, and, returning by the opposite side, he found his way through the throng of the porticoes, looking into every coffee-house, and examining each figure that floated by, until he again issued into the piazzetta, without success. A slight jerk at the elbow of his jacket arrested his steps, and he turned to look at the person who had detained him. A female, attired like a contadina, addressed him in the feigned voice common to all.
"Whither so fast, and what hast thou lost in this merry crowd? If a heart, "twill be wise to use diligence, for many here may be willing to wear the jewel."
"Corpo di Bacco!" exclaimed the disappointed gondolier; "any who find such a bauble of mine under foot, are welcome to their luck! Hast thou seen a domino of a size like that of any other man, with a gait that might pa.s.s for the step of a senator, padre, or Jew, and a mask that looks as much like a thousand of these in the square as one side of the campanile is like the other?"
"Thy picture is so well drawn that one cannot fail to know the original.
He stands beside thee."
Gino wheeled suddenly, and saw that a grinning harlequin was playing his antics in the place where he had expected to find the stranger.
"And thy eyes, bella contadina, are as dull as a mole"s."
He ceased speaking; for, deceived in his person, she who had saluted him was no longer visible. In this manner did the disappointed gondolier thread his way towards the water, now answering to the boisterous salute of some clown, and now repelling the advances of females less disguised than the pretended contadina, until he gained a s.p.a.ce near the quays, where there was more room for observation. Here he paused, undetermined whether to return and confess his indiscretion to his master, or whether he should make still another effort to regain the ring which had been so sillily lost. The vacant s.p.a.ce between the two granite columns was left to the quiet possession of himself and one other, who stood near the base of that which sustained the lion of St. Mark, as motionless as if he too were merely a form of stone. Two or three stragglers, either led by idle curiosity or expecting to meet one appointed to await their coming, drew near this immovable man, but all glided away, as if there were repulsion in his marble-like countenance. Gino had witnessed several instances of this evident dislike to remain near the unknown figure, ere he felt induced to cross the s.p.a.ce between them, in order to inquire into its cause. A slow movement at the sound of his footsteps, brought the rays of the moon full upon the calm countenance and searching eye of the very man he sought.
The first impulse of the gondolier, like that of all the others he had seen approach the spot, was to retreat; but the recollection of his errand and his loss came in season to prevent such an exhibition of his disgust and alarm. Still he did not speak; but he met the riveted gaze of the Bravo with a look that denoted, equally, confusion of intellect and a half-settled purpose.
"Would"st thou aught with me?" demanded Jacopo, when the gaze of each had continued beyond the term of accidental glances.
"My master"s signet."
"I know thee not."
"That image of San Teodoro could testify that this is holy truth, if it would but speak! I have not the honor of your friendship, Signor Jacopo; but one may have affairs even with a stranger. If you met a peaceable and innocent gondolier in the court of the palace since the clock of the piazza told the last quarter, and got from him a ring, which can be of but little use to any but its rightful owner, one so generous will not hesitate to return it."
"Dost thou take me for a jeweller of the Rialto that thou speakest to me of rings?"
"I take you for one well known and much valued by many of name and quality, here in Venice, as witness my errand from my own master."
"Remove thy mask. Men of fair dealing need not hide the features which nature has given them."
"You speak nothing but truths, Signor Frontoni, which is little remarkable considering thy opportunities of looking into the motives of men. There is little in my face to pay you for the trouble of casting a glance at it. I would as lief do as others in this gay season, if it be equally agreeable to you."
"Do as thou wilt; but I pray thee to give me the same permission."
"There are few so bold as to dispute thy pleasure, Signore."
"It is, to be alone."
"Cospetto! There is not a man in Venice who would more gladly consult it, if my master"s errand were fairly done!" muttered Gino, between his teeth. "I have here a packet, which it is my duty to put into your hands, Signore, and into those of no other."
"I know thee not--thou hast a name?"
"Not in the sense in which you speak, Signore. As to that sort of reputation I am as nameless as a foundling."
"If thy master is of no more note than thyself the packet may be returned."
"There are few within the dominions of St. Mark of better lineage or of fairer hopes than the Duke of Sant" Agata."
The cold expression of the Bravo"s countenance changed.
"If thou comest from Don Camillo Monforte, why dost thou hesitate to proclaim it? Where are his requests?"
"I know not whether it is his pleasure or that of another which this paper contains, but such as it is, Signor Jacopo, my duty commands me to deliver it to thee."
The packet was received calmly, though the organ which glanced at its seal and its superscription, gleamed with an expression which the credulous gondolier fancied to resemble that of the tiger at the sight of blood.
"Thou said"st something of a ring. Dost thou bear thy master"s signet? I am much accustomed to see pledges ere I give faith."
"Blessed San Teodore grant that I did! Were it as heavy as a skin of wine, I would willingly bear the load; but one that I mistook for you, Master Jacopo, has it on his own light finger, I fear."
"This is an affair that thou wilt settle with thy master," returned the Bravo, coldly, again examining the impression of the seal.
"If you are acquainted with the writing of my master," hurriedly remarked Gino, who trembled for the fate of the packet, "you will see his skill in the turn of those letters. There are few n.o.bles in Venice, or indeed in the Sicilies, who have a more scholarly hand, with a quill, than Don Camillo Monforte; I could not do the thing half so well myself."
"I am no clerk," observed the Bravo, without betraying shame at the confession. "The art of deciphering a scroll, like this, was never taught me; if thou art so expert in the skill of a penman, tell me the name the packet bears."
""Twould little become me to breathe a syllable concerning any of my master"s secrets," returned the gondolier, drawing himself up in sudden reserve. "It is enough that he bid me deliver the letter; after which I should think it presumption even to whisper more."
The dark eye of the Bravo was seen rolling over the person of his companion, by the light of the moon, in a manner that caused the blood of the latter to steal towards his heart.
"I bid thee read to me aloud the name the paper bears," said Jacopo, sternly. "Here is none but the lion and the saint above our heads to listen."
"Just San Marco! who can tell what ear is open or what ear is shut in Venice? If you please, Signor Frontoni, we will postpone the examination to a more suitable occasion."
"Friend, I do not play the fool! The name, or show me some gage that thou art sent by him thou hast named, else take back the packet; "tis no affair for my hand."
"Reflect a single moment on the consequences, Signor Jacopo, before you come to a determination so hasty."
"I know no consequences which can befall a man who refuses to receive a message like this."
"Per Diana! Signore, the Duca will not be likely to leave me an ear to hear the good advice of Father Battista."
"Then will the Duca save the public executioner some trouble."
As he spoke, the Bravo cast the packet at the feet of the gondolier, and began to walk calmly up the piazzetta. Gino seized the letter, and, with his brain in a whirl, with the effort to recall some one of his master"s acquaintances to whom he would be likely to address an epistle on such an occasion, he followed.
"I wonder, Signor Jacopo, that a man of your sagacity has not remembered that a packet to be delivered to himself should bear his own name."
The Bravo took the paper, and held the superscription again to the light.
"That is not so. Though unlearned, necessity has taught me to know when I am meant."
"Diamine! That is just my own case, Signore. Were the letter for me, now the old should not know its young quicker than I would come at the truth."
"Then thou canst not read?"