And now Graziosa broke in with passionate exclamations of pity for his wound, or admiration for his courage, covering the injured hand with caresses.
"Thou hast recovered it—by force?" asked Agnolo again, incredulous.
"Call it by force or what thou wilt," returned Ambrogio. "There is no need to speak of it more. It is enough you are in no danger. No one will follow me here to regain it."
Graziosa kissed her recovered treasure and clasped it on her arm again.
"I shall never dare to wear it save within these walls," she said.
Ambrogio took her hand in his, and led toward the house.
"Do not fear, sweet," he returned, looking down at her with a smile. "Wear it where and how thou wilt. Tisio Visconti will not annoy thee more."
The girl glanced up, startled by the authority of his manner.
Ambrogio, noticing the questioning look, turned it aside with a pleasant laugh.