"Giorgione—" The voice was tense. "He shall pay—to the uttermost!"
"For that?" Titian made a motion toward the gloved hand.
The young man raised it with a scornful gesture.
"For that"—he spoke sternly—"I would not touch the dog. It is for her!" His voice dropped.
Titian waited a moment. "What would you do?" he asked in a low voice.
The young man stirred. "I care not. He must suffer—as she suffered," he added with slow significance.
"Would that content you? Would you go away—and not return?"
"I would go—yes."
Titian waited, his eyes on the gloved hand. "You can go," he said at last, "the Lord has avenged her."
The young man leaned forward. His breath came sharply. "What do you mean?"