half a mile to the left of your hotel. You will know the spot by a rude pillar — the only one near — to which a broken chain is attached. There and then, if thou wouldst learn our lore, thou shalt find the master. Go; — I have business here yet. Remember, Viola is still in the house of the dead man!"
Here Mascari approached, and Zanoni, turning to the Italian, and waving his hand to Glyndon, drew the former aside. Glyndon slowly departed.
"Mascari," said Zanoni, "your patron is no more; your services will be valueless to his heir — a sober man, whom poverty has preserved from vice. For yourself, thank me that I do not give you up to the executioner: recollect the wine of Cyprus. Well, never tremble, man; it could not act on me, though it might react on others; in that it is a common type of crime. I forgive you; and if the wine should kill me, I promise you that my ghost shall not haunt so worshipful a penitent. Enough of this; conduct me to the chamber of Viola Pisani. You have no further need of her. The death of the jailer opens the cell of the captive. Be quick; I would be gone."
Mascari muttered some inaudible words, bowed low, and led the way to the chamber in which Viola was confined.
