Marietta | Page 2

to the glass-house
when the weather was not too hot, so that she should not be out of his
sight all day.
Moreover, because he needed a man to help him, and because he was
afraid lest one of his own caste should fall in love with Marietta, he
took Zorzi, the Dalmatian waif, into his service; and the three were
often together all day in the room where Angelo had set up a little
furnace for making experiments. In the year 1470 it was not lawful in
Murano to teach any foreign person the art of glass-making; for the
glass-blowers were a sort of nobility, and nearly a hundred years had
passed since the Council had declared that patricians of Venice might
marry the daughters of glass-workers without affecting their own rank
or that of their children. But old Beroviero declared that he was not
teaching Zorzi anything, that the young fellow was his servant and not
his apprentice, and did nothing but keep up the fire in the furnace, and
fetch and carry, grind materials, and sweep the floor. It was quite true
that Zorzi did all these things, and he did them with a silent regularity

that made him indispensable to his master, who scarcely noticed the
growing skill with which the young man helped him at every turn, till
he could be entrusted to perform the most delicate operations in
glass-working without any especial instructions. Intent upon artistic
matters, the old man was hardly aware, either, that Marietta had learned
much of his art; or if he realised the fact he felt a sort of jealous
satisfaction in the thought that she liked to be shut up with him for
hours at a time, quite out of sight of the world and altogether out of
harm's way. He fancied that she grew more like him from day to day,
and he flattered himself that he understood her. She and Zorzi were the
only beings in his world who never irritated him, now that he had them
always under his eye and command. It was natural that he should
suppose himself to be profoundly acquainted with their two natures,
though he had never taken the smallest pains to test this imaginary
knowledge. Possibly, in their different ways, they knew him better than
he knew them.
The glass-house was guarded from outsiders as carefully as a nunnery,
and somewhat resembled a convent in having no windows so situated
that curious persons might see from without what went on inside. The
place was entered by a low door from the narrow paved path that ran
along the canal. In a little vestibule, ill-lighted by one small grated
window, sat the porter, an uncouth old man who rarely answered
questions, and never opened the door until he had assured himself by a
deliberate inspection through the grating that the person who knocked
had a right to come in. Marietta remembered him in his den when she
had been a little child, and she vaguely supposed that he had always
been there. He had been old then, he was not visibly older now, he
would probably never die of old age, and if any mortal ill should carry
him off, he would surely be replaced by some one exactly like him,
who would sleep in the same box bed, sit all day in the same black
chair, and eat bread, shellfish and garlic off the same worm-eaten table.
There was no other entrance to the glass-house, and there could be no
other porter to guard it.
Beyond the vestibule a dark corridor led to a small garden that formed
the court of the building, and on one side of which were the large

windows that lighted the main furnace room, while the other side
contained the laboratory of the master. But the main furnace was
entered from the corridor, so that the workmen never passed through
the garden. There were a few shrubs in it, two or three rose-bushes and
a small plane-tree. Zorzi, who had been born and brought up in the
country, had made a couple of flower-beds, edged with refuse
fragments of coloured and iridescent slag, and he had planted such
common flowers as he could make grow in such a place, watering them
from a disused rain-water cistern that was supposed to have been
poisoned long ago. Here Marietta often sat in the shade, when the
laboratory was too close and hot, and when the time was at hand during
which even the men would not be able to work on account of the heat,
and the furnace would be put out and repaired, and every one would be
set to making the delicate clay pots in which the glass was to be melted.
Marietta could sit silent and