“All the time, and with an air of the greatest astonishment. I avoided catching his eye, which roved from you to me continually.”
“I should like to know what the good man thinks! You will see him again to-morrow. I am sure he will have told M. Querini that, I am his niece, and consequently not yours.
“I expect so, too.”
“And if M. Querini says as much to me to-morrow, I expect I shall have to, admit the fact. What do you think?”
“You must undoubtedly tell him the truth, but frankly and openly, and so as not to let him think that you have need of him to return to Venice. He is not your father, and has no right over your liberty.”
“Certainly not.”
“Very good. You must also agree that I am not your uncle, and that the bond between us is of the most tender description. Will, there be any difficulty is that?”
“How can you ask me such a question? The link between us makes me feel proud, and will ever do so.”
“Well, well, I say no more. I trust entirely in your tact. Remember that Querini and no other must take you back to Venice; he must treat you as if you were his daughter. If he will not consent, you shall not return at all.”
“Would to God it were so!”