"Where have you been?" she demanded.
"With Titian."
"Giorgione wanted you. He did scold so—!" She laughed musically.
Zarato nodded. "I go to him to-morrow."
"Has Titian finished?"
"For the present—He will lay it away."
"I know," she laughed, "—to mellow!... How did you like it?"
He hesitated a second. "It was a little rough," he confessed.
"Always!" The laugh rippled sweetly. "Like a log of wood—or a heap of stones—or a large loaf of bread."
He stirred uneasily. "Do you sit to him often?" he asked.