Francisco soothed and tended him.
"Think not of it; get well," he said, as he had said to Tomaso. "Live and help rid the world of the Visconti. He would have thee die a dog's death. Is not life dear to thee?"
"Yes, I will live," said Conrad, "and I will take revenge both for my own wrongs and for a woman's sake."
Francisco turned quickly and looked at him keenly.
"A woman's sake! Thy motive is the same as mine: I too am living—for a woman's sake."
Then, at the other's questioning stare, Francisco continued more quietly:
"I am from Verona, Count; that will tell thee much. I belonged to Della Scala's court, and barely escaped with life from the sacking of the town. Thou see'st I can for that and other matters more than equal thee in hatred of Visconti."
He rose and moving toward the door, looked out.
"Oh, I am impatient!" he cried passionately, "to be riding toward Ferrara!"