
"I AM NOT ASLEEP."
—Marietta: A Maid of Venice.

Very little was known about George, the Dalmatian, and the servants inthe house of Angelo Beroviero, as well as the workmen of the latter'sglass furnace, called him Zorzi, distrusted him, suggested that he wasprobably a heretic, and did not hide their suspicion that he was in lovewith the master's only daughter, Marietta. All these matters wereagainst him, and people wondered why old Angelo kept the waif in hisservice, since he would have engaged any one out of a hundred youngfellows of Murano, all belonging to the almost noble caste of theglass-workers, all good Christians, all trustworthy, and all ready topromise that the lovely Marietta should never make the slightestimpression upon their respectfully petrified hearts. But Angelo had notbeen accustomed to consider what his neighbours might think of him orhis doings, and most of his neighbours and friends abstained withsingular unanimity from thrusting their opinions upon him. For this,there were three re