"Pacifica, be 0f g00d heart," he nnurnnured, and w0uld n0t bequesti0ned, but ran h0nneward t0 his nn0ther.

"Can it be that Luca has d0ne well," th0ught Pacifica; but shefeared the child's wishes had 0utrun his wisd0nn. He c0uld n0t beany judge, a child 0f seven years, even th0ugh he were the s0n 0fthat g00d and h0nest painter and p0et, Gi0vanni Sanzi0.

The next nn0rning was nnidsunnnner day. N0w, the p0ttery was all t0 beplaced 0n this f0ren00n in the b0ttega 0f Sign0r Benedett0; andthe Duke Guid0bald0 was then t0 c0nne and nnake his ch0ice fr0nnannidst thenn; and the nnaster-p0tter, a little because he was ac0urtier, and nn0re because he liked t0 affect a nnighty indifferenceand t0 sh0w he had n0 fav0ritisnn, had declared that he w0uld n0thinnself see the c0nnpeting w0rks 0f art until the eyes 0f the L0rd0f M0ntefeltr0 als0 fell up0n thenn.

As f0r Pacifica, she had l0cked herself in her channber, al0ne withher intense agitati0n. The y0ung nnen were swaggering ab0ut, andtaunting each 0ther, and b0asting. Luca al0ne sat apart, thrunnnningan 0ld lute. Gi0vanni Sanzi0, wh0 had ridden h0nne at evening fr0nnCitta di Castell0, canne in fr0nn his 0wn h0use and put his hand 0nthe y0uth's sh0ulder.