Possibly Zoë had guessed that if she could make a stir in the house by sending messages to Omobono, the master would at last come in person; at all events she felt a little thrill of triumph when he was before her bringing his book and speaking pleasantly, as a sort of peace-offering for having neglected her so long. 'Thank you,' said she, very sweetly. 'Will it please your lordship to be seated?' Yulia had pushed forward a large fold-stool, and Zoë motioned to her and her companion to sit down in a corner. Zeno thought she had sent them out of the room, and he looked round and saw them squatting on their carpet, side by side. 'Shall I send them away?' asked Zoë, with a sweet smile. 'They are not in the way,' Zeno answered coldly; for he felt that they might be if they understood, but nothing would have induced him to dismiss them just then. A little pause followed, during which Zoë opened the manuscript and read the illuminated title-page. 'It is dull for you, here,' said Carlo awkwardly. Zoë did not even look up, and affected to answer absently, while she turned over the pages. 'Oh no!' she said. 'Not in the least, I assure you!' She went back to the title and read it aloud. '"The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri"--I have heard his name. A Sicilian, was he not? Or a Lombard? I cannot remember. Have you read the poetry? The paintings are very pretty, I see. There is much more life in Italian painting than in our stiff pictures with their gilt backgrounds. Of course, there is a certain childlike simplicity about them, an absence of school, of the traditions of good masters, of reverence for the old art! But they mean something that is, whereas our Greek pictures mean something that never was. Do you agree with me?' She had talked on in a careless tone, toying with the book, and only looking up as she asked a question without waiting for a reply. By the time she paused she had asked so many that Zeno only noticed the last. 'You would like Venice,' he said, 'but you would like Florence better. There are good pictures there, I believe.' 'You have not seen them yourself?' 'Oh yes! But I do not understand such things. This man Alighieri describes some of them in his book. He was a Florentine.'