But Graziosa interrupted him with a passionate cry, and seizing his hands covered them with kisses.
"Take no heed of me!" she cried. "I am half distraught—soon I shall be better."
"After to-night there will be a shadow gone from off us, Graziosa, and not from off us alone."
"There is no chance of failure?" asked the girl again.
"Comfort thyself—none."
Graziosa said no more, and Agnolo turned to leave, for there were the soldiers still to hoodwink, but at the door his daughter called him:
"At what hour do Della Scala's men enter?" she asked, in a low voice, her head still turned away.
"One hour after midnight," returned the little painter.
"Della Scala leads them?"