“I should be puzzled to name them, but they would all become manifest in the man that pleased me.” “And supposing he were a worthless fellow?” “He would certainly not please me, and that’s the reason why I have made up my mind never to marry a man whom I have not studied.” “Supposing you made a mistake?” “Then I would weep in secret.” “How if you were poor?” “She need never fear poverty, my lord,” said I. “She has an income of fifty crowns a month for the remainder of her life.” “Oh, that’s a different matter. If that is so, sweetheart, you are privileged. You will be able to live at Venice in perfect independence.” “I think that to live honourably there I only need the protection of a lord like your excellency.” “As to that, Marcoline, I give you my word that I will do all in my power for you if you come to Venice. But let me ask you one question, how are you sure of your income of fifty crowns a month? You are laughing.” “I laugh because I am such a silly little thing. I don’t have any heed for my own business. My friend there will tell you all about it.” “You have not been joking, have you?” said the worthy old man to me. “Marcoline,” said I, “has not only capital which will produce a larger sum than that which I have named, but she has also valuable possessions. Your excellency will note her wisdom in saying that she would need your lordship’s protection at Venice, for she will require someone to look after the investment of her capital. The whole amount is in my hands, and if she likes Marcoline can have it all in less than two hours.” “Very good; then you must start for Venice the day after to-morrow. Mattio is quite ready to receive you.” “I have the greatest respect and love for my uncle, but it is not to his care that your excellency must commend me if I resolve to go.” “Then to whom?” “To your own care, my lord. Your excellency has called me dear daughter two or three times, lead me, then, to Venice, like a good father, and I will come willingly; otherwise I protest I will not leave the man to whom I owe all I have. I will start for London with him the day after to-morrow.” At these words which delighted me silence fell on all. They waited for M. Querini to speak, and the general opinion seemed to be that he had gone too far to be able to draw back. Nevertheless, the old man kept silence; perhaps in his character of devotee he was afraid of being led into temptation, or of giving occasion to scandal, and the other guests were silent like him, and ate to keep each other in countenance. Mattio’s hand trembled as he waited; Marcoline alone was calm and collected. Dessert was served, and still no one dared to say a word. All at once this wonderful girl said, in an inspired voice, as if speaking to herself,-- “We must adore the decrees of Divine Providence, but after the issue, since mortals are not able to discern the future, whether it be good or whether it be evil.”