formed me that you had certain gems which you would fain dispose of, and that you desired a passport to some man of wealth and taste who would be likely to become a purchaser."
"It is true; for, though I have obtained employment as a corrector with the Cennini, my payment leaves little margin beyond the provision of necessaries, and would leave less but that my good friend Nello insists on my hiring a lodging from him, and saying nothing about the rent till better days."
"Nello is a good-hearted prodigal," said Bardo; "and though, with that ready ear and ready tongue of his, he is too much like the ill-famed Margites—knowing many things and knowing them all badly, as I hinted to him but now—he is nevertheless 'abnormis sapiens,' after the manner of our born Florentines. But have you the gems with you? I would willingly know what they are—yet it is useless: no, it might only deepen regret. I cannot add to my store."
I have one or two intaglios of much beauty," said Tito, proceeding to draw from his wallet a small case.
But Romola no sooner saw the movement than she looked at him with significant gravity, and placed her finger on her lips,
"Con viso che tacendo dicea, Taci."
If Bardo were made aware that the gems were within reach, she knew well he would want a minute description of them, and it would become pain to him
