I hear that the name has stuck to me among the workmen.

I am called the 'Ballarin.'" The ignoble meanness of Zorzi's tormentors roused Venier's generous blood.
"You will yet be their master," he said.

"You will some day have a furnace of your own, and they will fawn to you.

Your nickname will be better than their names in a few years!" "I hope so," answered Zorzi.
"I know it," said the other, with an energy that would have surprised those who only knew the listless young nobleman whom nothing could amuse or interest.
He did not stay very long, and when he went away he said nothing about coming again.

Zorzi went with him to the door.