"A little time and there shall be none!" cried Marcantonio, joyously.
"For to-day, when first I have taken my seat in the Council, not more
solemnly have I sworn allegiance to the Republic than I would pray
Messer Magagnati to bear me witness that Marina--and none other--will I
wed!"

"Give him thy hand, my daughter, for thy face confesseth thee; and
to-day his lady should grant him so much grace."

"Yet, Marco--for thy sake--I make no vows to thee. Only this will I tell
thee," she added, in a voice that was very soft and low, as he sealed
his lover's vow on her fluttering hand. "For me, also, there is no
other!"

"And I bring thee a '_boccolo_,' Marina, since thou art of the people
and wouldst have me remember all thy traditions," he cried gaily. "Yet
this one hath a fragrance like none other that hath ever blossomed on
the festa of San Marco--my blessed patron!--for I culled it from the
garland which my mother bade her maidens for a token make about the
table where thy portrait is displayed."

He raised the rosebud to his lips before he placed it in her hand.

"And the Senator Giustinian Giustiniani?" Girolamo questioned, in his
grave, deep voice, concealing his triumph.

But Marcantonio had already answered to the timid question of Marina's
eyes, with a ringing tone of assurance.