There needs but the appointed signal from the bank, and a boat from the Santa Teresa can be rowed up the stream to the very tree beneath which the lady sits." My lord's laughter rang out again.

"You're a man in ten thousand, Nicolo! Nicolo, the bridegroom's in town." "Back so soon ?" said the Italian.

"Then we must change your lordship's plan.

With him on the ground, you can no longer wait until nightfall to row downstream to the lady and the Santa Teresa.

He'll come to look for her." "Ay he'll come to look for her, curse him!" echoed my lord.
"Do you think the dead will scare him ?" continued the Italian.
"No, I don't!" answered my lord, with an oath.