"Did she tell you her name?" said Benedetto, uneasily.
"She hid nothing from me. I found out that the son she wished to save intended to murder her—"
"Facts," said Benedetto, roughly, "and less talk."
"And that this son was a child of sin."
"Ah, really; and her name?"
"She made me swear to keep it secret."
"So much the better! She really thought, then, that a galley-slave was a man of his word?"
"Galley-slave or not, I have kept silent, and will do so further."
"You are a hero! Nevertheless, you can tell me the name."
"No!"