Memmo.--It was he who presented him to the Doge.

Parozzi.--Hark!--Surely some one knocked at the palace door?

Memmo.--It can be none but Contarino. Now, then, we shall hear
whether he has discovered the banditti.

Falieri (starting from his chair).--I'll swear to that footstep,
it's Contarino.

The doors were thrown open. Contarino entered hastily, enveloped in
his cloak.

"Good evening, sweet gentlemen," said he, and threw his mantle
aside. And Memmo, Parozzi, and Falieri started back in horror.

"Good God!" they exclaimed, "what has happened? You are covered
with blood?"

"A trifle!" cried Contarino; "is that wine? quick, give me a goblet
of it, I expire with thirst."

Falieri (while he gives him a cup).--But, Contarino, you bleed?

Contarino.--You need not tell me that. I did not do it myself, I
promise you.

Parozzi.--First let us bind up your wounds, and then tell us what
has happened to you. It is as well that the servants should remain