Chapter 12

The painter gazed at him in silence. "But thou askest for my name," continued the other. "I am Francisco di Coldra, one who has suffered much from the Visconti." "In the sack of Verona, perhaps?" asked Agnolo after a pause. "The sack of Verona was three months ago. The prisoners have been in Milan twenty days!" These words were inscrutable, and the little painter did not even try to understand them; but they kindled a memory that would not be repressed. "Ah, and what a night that was," he cried, "when the Duke re-e…