"Whoever it was who took the boat brought it back an hour after
midnight, locked the padlock again and went away," said Marietta.
"Tell Nella that I am much indebted to her for her watchfulness. She is
as good as a house-dog. Tell her to come and wake me if she sees any one
taking the boat again."
"She says she knows who took it last night," observed Marietta, who was
puzzled by the attitude of the two men; she had now decided that it had
not been Zorzi who had used the boat, but on the other hand the story
did not rouse her father's anger as she had expected.
"Did she tell you the man's name?"
"Yes."
"Who was it?"
"She said it was Zorzi." Marietta laughed incredulously as she spoke,
and Zorzi smiled quietly.
Beroviero was silent for a moment and looked out of the window.
"Listen to me," he said at last. "Tell your graceless gossip of a
serving-woman that I will answer for Zorzi, and that the next time she
hears any one taking the boat at night she had better come and call me,
and open her eyes a little wider. Tell her also that I entertain proper
persons to take care of my property without any help from her. Tell her
furthermore that she talks too much. You should not listen to a
servant's miserable chatter."
"I will tell her," replied Marietta meekly.
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