But the transaction had shown him that his only chance of success for the future lay in frankly telling old Beroviero what he had done in his absence, while reserving his secret for himself.

The master was proud of him as his pupil, and sincerely attached to him as a man, and would certainly not try to force him into explaining how the glass was made.

Besides, the glass itself was there, easily distinguished from any other, and Zorzi could neither hide it nor throw it away.
Giovanni went out upon the footway, and as he passed, Pasquale thought he had never seen him so cheerful.

The sour look had gone out of his face, and he was actually smiling to himself.

With such a man it would hardly have been possible to attribute his pleased expression to the satisfaction he felt in having bought Zorzi's beaker.