"That she is avenged," said Titian slowly. "Giorgione cannot live the year. Go away. Leave him to die in peace."
"I did not ask for peace," said the young man grimly.
Titian turned on him fiercely. "His heart breaks. He dies drop by drop!"
The young man smiled.
Titian watched him closely. "You need not fear his not suffering," he said significantly. "Go watch through his window, or by a crack in the door."—He waited a breath. "The man is mad!"
The young man started sharply.
"Mad!" repeated Titian.
Zarato turned on him a look of horror and exultation. "Mad!" he repeated softly. The gloved hand trembled.
A look of relief stole into Titian's face. "Does that satisfy you?" he asked quietly. "Will you go?"
"Yes, I will go." The young man rose. He moved toward the door. "Mad!" he whispered softly.