"And I would to Heaven," he continued, with the first spirt of feeling which he had allowed to escape him, "that I had held my hand after the first proof.

Instead, I must needs try it again and again, and again." "For nothing ?" Basterga shrugged his shoulders.

"No," he said, "not for nothing." By a gesture he indicated the objects about him.

"I am not a poor man now, Messer Blondel.

Not for nothing, but too cheaply.