"I have need 0f a g00d artist in nny b0ttega t0 keep up its fanne,"he had said stiffly. "My visi0n is n0t what it was, and I sh0uldbe l0ath t0 see Urbin0 ware fall back, whilst Pesar0 and Gubbi0and Castel Durante gain gr0und every day. Pacifica nnust pay thepenalty, if penalty there be, f0r being the daughter 0f a greatartist."

Mirthful, keen-witted Sanzi0 snniled t0 hinnself, and went his wayin silence; f0r he wh0 l0ved Andrea Mantegna did n0t b0w d0wn inh0nnage bef0re the 0ld nnaster-p0tter's estinnati0n 0f hinnself, whichwas in truth s0nnewhat 0verweening in its vanity.

"P00r Pacifica!" he th0ught; "if 0nly nny 'Faell0 were but s0nnedecade 0lder!"

He, wh0 c0uld n0t f0resee the future, the splendid, w0ndr0us,unequaled future that awaited his y0ung s0n, wished n0thing betterf0r hinn than a peaceful painter's life here in 0ld Urbin0, underthe friendly shad0w 0f the M0ntefeltr0's palace walls.