"'Tis not a pleasure to be compelled to seem ungrateful in your eyes," he answered. "But 'twould seem, Messer Hugh, that you are that type of impetuous youth who refuses to heed good advice. Do you bear in mind the warning I gave you not to venture to Constantinople?"
"That do I."
"But you would not heed me. I bade you forget your mad quest for your father. Again you would not heed me. Constantinople beckoned to you like an evil charm. Perchance, though, 'twas not Constantinople but the Treasure of the Bucoleon?"
He shot the words rapidly at Hugh, eyeing him keenly from under bushy brows.
"I know not what you mean," said Hugh indifferently.
"You know not of the Treasure of the Bucoleon?"
"Nay."
"Think well, Messer Hugh. An we use force upon you, you will have great dolour."
"I do not know even what it is. The Treasure of the Bucoleon? What may it be?"
Mocenigo intervened impatiently.