If you understood Greek, I would repeat some verses I know about him." "Should you love me more, if I understood Greek ?" asked Arisa softly.
"If I thought so, I would learn it." Aristarchi laughed roughly, so that she was almost afraid lest he should be heard far down in the house.
"Learn Greek?
You?
To make me like you better?
You would be just as beautiful if you were altogether dumb! A man does not love a woman for what she can say to him, in any language." He turned up his face, and his rough hands drew her splendid head down to him, till he could kiss her.

Then there was silence for a few minutes.
He shook his great shoulders at last.
"Everything else is a waste of time," he said, as if speaking to himself.
Her head lay on the cushions now, and she watched him with half-closed eyes in the soft light, and now and then the thin embroideries that covered her neck and bosom rose and fell with a long, satisfied sigh.

He rose to his feet and slowly paced the marble floor, up and down before her, as he would have paced the little poop-deck of his vessel.
"I am glad you told me about that glass-blower," he said suddenly.

"I have met him and talked with him, and I may meet him again.

He is old Beroviero's chief assistant.