“Lady, I wear no mask, for I would be seen: I search these miserable places for one in whose life I live.”
“He is young, comely, evidently noble, and the plague hath not touched him: he will serve our purpose well,” whispered one of the ladies to the other.
“You echo my own thoughts,” returned her companion; and then turning to Adrian, she said, “You seek one you are not wedded to, if you seek so fondly?”
“It is true.”
“Young and fair, with dark hair and neck of snow; I will conduct you to her.”
“Signor!”
“Follow us!”
“Know you who I am, and whom I seek?”
“Yes.”
“Can you in truth tell me aught of Irene?”