er it. At the falling-in of night, having his
belly full of meat and drink (which Silvestro had prepared and served
him with), he might, if the mood took him, pull out his reed pipe.

"Silvestro," he might say, "you have been useful to-day; perhaps I'll
play you something."

And the beautiful Silvestro (tanned counterpart of the Glorious
Ippolita) would hang upon the melancholy noise, and observe with adoring
interest every twitch and distension of the fat-cheeked hero; and at the
end sigh his content, saying--

"Ah, thank you, Pilade; you have been very kind to me."

"The truth is," Pilade would allow, "I am a good-natured devil if you
take me the right way. I'll tell you what, Silvestro; you have pleased
me to-day. You may sleep at my feet if you like: it will keep them warm,
to begin with, and you'll be near me, don't you see?"

"Thank you, thank you, dear Pilade," cried the enraptured Silvestro.

The world is a very odd one, and it is most true that the man who is
for taming hearts should pursue, ostensibly, any other calling. Not that
Pilade had that in view. He only sought to be comfortable, good lad.

VIII

RESURRECTION OF THE JEW

This idyllic state of things might have lasted no one knows how long,
with Ippolita-Silvestro finding joy in unreasonable service, and Pilade
both ease and reason. Where either partner was so admirably suited it
might have been interesting to see what would have happened: whether
Ippolita would have betrayed herself or Pilade found her out. She was
over head and ears in love, but he was vastly well served; and there is
nothing like content for drugging the wits.

Things, however, fell out otherwise. The Jew, to begin with, fell out of
the grave to which he had been hastily recommended, and most insecurely
at that. He made himself felt in a variety of ways, was discovered by
the gardener in the Via di Vanzo, and stuck into a gutter in the Via Man
di Ferro. He was discovered again by some one who had either less to do
among Christians or more among Jews than the generality in Padua; and
this time he was carried to the Guard House. Being reported (reporting
himself, indeed) to the watch, he was reported on to the Capitano, by
him to the Prefect. The Prefect put the Sub-Prefect, who had met him
before, upon the look-out.

"The Most Serene Republic," said that authority, "cannot have unburied
Jews adrift in the city without finding out why the cemetery does not
hold the