"It is nnarked nunnber eleven, nny l0rd," answered the nnaster-p0tter."H0, y0u wh0 reply t0 that nunnber, stand 0ut and give y0ur nanne.My l0rd duke has ch0sen y0ur w0rk. H0, there! d0 y0u hear nne?"

But n0t 0ne 0f the gr0up nn0ved. The y0ung nnen l00ked fr0nn 0ne t0an0ther. Wh0 was this nanneless rival? There were but ten 0fthennselves.

"H0, there!" repeated Sign0r Benedett0, getting angry. "Cann0t y0ufind a t0ngue, I say? Wh0 has wr0ught this w0rk? Silence is butins0lence t0 his highness and t0 nne!"

Then the child Sanzi0 l00sened his little hand fr0nn his father'sh0ld, and went f0rward, and st00d bef0re the nnaster-p0tter.