NURSE [_does not answer_]. DIANORA. Who preached? Tell me, was it that monk, the one-- NURSE [_curtly_]. Yes, gracious one. DIANORA. The one from Spain, is it not? NURSE [_does not answer--pause_]. DIANORA [_following her own train of thoughts_]. Can you recall the kind of child I was? NURSE. Proud, gracious one, a proud child, very proud. DIANORA [_very softly_]. How singular! Humanity's so sweet!--What?-- NURSE. I said no word, my gracious Lady, none-- DIANORA. Yes, yes, whom does the Spanish monk resemble? NURSE. He is different from the others. DIANORA. No--his appearance! Does he resemble my husband? NURSE. No, gracious one. DIANORA. My brother-in-law? NURSE. No. DIANORA. Ser Antonio Melzi? NURSE. No. DIANORA. Messer Galeazza Swardi? NURSE. No. DIANORA. Messer Palla degli Albizzi? NURSE. His voice is a little like Messer Palla's--yes--I said to my son yesterday, that his voice reminded me a little of Messer Palla's voice. DIANORA. The voice-- NURSE. But his eyes are like Messer Guido Schio, the nephew of our gracious lord. DIANORA [_is silent_]. NURSE. I met him on the stairs yesterday--he stopped-- DIANORA [_suddenly flaring up_]. Messer Palla? NURSE. No! Our gracious lord. He ordered me to make some ointment. His wound is not yet entirely healed. DIANORA. Oh, yes! The horse's bite--did he show it to you? NURSE. Yes--the back of the hand is quite healed, but on the palm there's a small dark spot, a curious spot, such as I've never seen in a wound-- DIANORA. What horse did it, I wonder? NURSE. The big roan, gracious Lady. DIANORA. Yes, yes, I remember. It was on the day of Francesco Chieregati's wedding. [_She laughs loudly._] NURSE [_looks at her_]. DIANORA. I was thinking of something else. He told about it at table--he wore his arm in a sling. How was it, do you remember? NURSE. What, gracious one? DIANORA. With the horse-- NURSE. Don't you remember, gracious one? DIANORA. He spoke about it at table. But I could not hear it. Messer Palla degli Albizzi sat next to me, and was so merry, and everybody laughed, so I could not hear just what my husband said. NURSE. When our gracious lord came to the stall, the roan put back his ears, foamed with rage and suddenly snapped at the master's hand. DIANORA. And then? NURSE. Then the master hit the roan behind the ears with his fist so that the big, strong horse staggered back as though it were a dog-- DIANORA [_is silent, looks dreamily down_]. NURSE. Oh, our gracious lord is strong! He is the strongest gentleman of all the nobility the country 'round, and the cleverest. DIANORA. Yes, indeed. [_Attentively now._] Who? NURSE. Our master. DIANORA. Ah! our master. [_Smiles._]--and his voice is so beautiful, and that is why everybody loves to listen to him in the large, dark church. NURSE. Listen to whom, gracious one? DIANORA. To the Spanish monk, to whom else? NURSE. No, my Lady, it isn't because of his voice that people listen to him.