Giorgione shook his head. "Not from me...." he replied doubtingly. "If
you learned it from me, others would learn from me." He stood, looking
up, lost in thought.
"Where is Zarato?" asked Titian abruptly.
Giorgione started vaguely. A flush came into his face. "He stopped
work--an hour ago," he said.
Titian's eyes were on his face.
The open friendliness had vanished. It was turned to him with a look of
trouble. "Had you thought, Cevelli--" His speech hesitated and broke
off. He was looking down at the dark water.
Titian answered the unspoken question. "Yes, I had thought," he said.
His voice was very quiet.
His companion looked up quickly. "He is with her now, it may be.... I
told them that I should not go home at the noon-bell." He looked about
him slowly--at the clear sky and at the moving throng of boats below--
"I am going home." He spoke the words with dull emphasis.