"Does he generally lose much at play?" Zorzi asked, trying to seem
indifferent.
Venier laughed softly.
"It is proverbial, 'to lose like Jacopo Contarini'!" he answered.
"Tell me, I beg of you, are all the meetings of the brotherhood like
this one?"
"In what way?" asked Venier indifferently.
"Do you merely tell each other the news of the day, and then play at
dice all night?"
"Some play cards." Venier laughed scornfully. "This is only the third of
our secret sittings, I believe, but many of us meet elsewhere, during
the day."
"Our host said that the society made a pretence of play in order to
conspire against the State," said Zorzi. "It seems to me that this is
making a pretence of conspiracy, with the chance of death on the
scaffold, for the sake of dice-playing."
"To tell the truth, I think so too," answered the patrician, leaning
back in his chair and looking thoughtfully at the young glass-blower.
"It is more interesting to break a law when you may lose your head for
it than if you only risk a fine or a year's banishment. I daresay that
seems complicated to you."
Zorzi laughed.
"If it is only for the sake of the danger," he said, "why not go and
fight the Turks?"
"I have tried to do my share of that," replied Venier quietly.
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