He wandered stupidly, not knowing where he went, had been fasting for twenty-four hours, enhanced by various passions, disappointed love, hatred for Andrea, disgust with his wife, the wound of Mary, his wife’s threats, and security of ‘a bloody battle, saw the darkness in the future, and felt the frightening hallucinations.

He walked at random, indiscriminate, mentally confused, sometimes even forgetting the main purpose of his going. Then he shook suddenly, as if it came from a dream of breath, and asked passers-by-case basis if they had seen a blonde woman dressed in mourning. But no one had seen, and he went on.

He found himself opposite the old city walls of Treviso, between the port of St. Thomas and the Barrier Garibaldi, and a laundress who looked at him curiously, did the usual question:

-Pray, you would have seen a young blonde woman, dressed like this?

Yes, sir, has gone a little while ago ….

-Slender, dressed in mourning?

-Slender, dressed in mourning!

-Is she! … Which way is it going?

He walked-on the banks of the Sile, with his head low, stopping often to watch the river and looking around, as if to make sure no one followed her ….