Glyndon slowly departed.
"Mascari," said Zanoni, "your patron is no more; your services will be valueless to his heir,--a sober man whom poverty has preserved from vice.

For yourself, thank me that I do not give you up to the executioner; recollect the wine of Cyprus.

Well, never tremble, man; it could not act on me, though it might react on others; in that it is a common type of crime.

I forgive you; and if the wine should kill me, I promise you that my ghost shall not haunt so worshipful a penitent.
Enough of this; conduct me to the chamber of Viola Pisani.

You have no further need of her.