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I neither gamble nor quarrel: why then should I fear you?" "As you will; I have done." "Let me speak frankly: your conversation last night interested and amused me." "I know it; minds like yours are attracted by mystery." Glyndon was piqued at those words, though in the tone in which they were spoken there was no contempt. "I see you do not consider me worthy of your friendship be it so.
He hoped their Excellencies were pleased. He was most touched, touched to the heart that they liked the macaroni. Were their Excellencies going to Vesuvius? There was a slight eruption; they could not see it where they were, but it was pretty, and would be prettier still after sunset. "A capital idea," cried Merton. "What say you, Glyndon?"
These words were not uttered arrogantly, but in a tone of the most mournful dejection. Glyndon was enraged, confounded, and yet awed. However, he had a brave English heart within his breast, and he recovered himself quickly. "Signor," said he, calmly, "I am not to be duped by these solemn phrases and these mystical sympathies.
A boat glided rapidly across the waters; it touched land, a man leapt on shore, and Glyndon recognized Zicci. "I give thee, Glyndon, I give thee no more the option of happy love and serene enjoyment. That hour is past, and fate has linked the hand that might have been thine own to mine.
Before Glyndon recovered from his surprise, Zicci disappeared; and when the Englishman saw him again, he was in the box of one of the Neapolitan ministers, where Glyndon could not follow him. Isabel now left the stage, and Glyndon accosted her with impassioned gallantry.
"I am come to thank you for your warning last night," said he, "and to entreat you to complete my obligation by informing me of the quarter to which I may look for enmity and peril." "You are a gallant, Mr. Glyndon," said Zicci, with a smile; "and do you know so little of the South as not to be aware that gallants have always rivals?" "Are you serious?" said Glyndon, coloring. "Most serious.
"I will not take thy answer now; at midnight thou shalt give it in one word, ay, or no! Farewell till then!" The mystic waved his hand, and descending rapidly, was seen no more. Glyndon rejoined his impatient and wondering friend; but Merton, gazing on his face, saw that a great change had passed there.
Phantoms float before me at night, and a fluttering like the wing of a bird within my heart seems as if the spirit were terrified, and would break its cage." While murmuring these incoherent rhapsodies, a step that she did not hear approached the actress, and a light hand touched her arm. "Isabella! carissima! Isabella!" She turned, and saw Glyndon.
Be still, and learn the fate that awaits the foes of Zicci." "My lord," said the Corsican, speaking aloud, "the Signor Glyndon has indeed brought me tidings which, though not unexpected, are unwelcome. I learn that which will oblige me to leave Naples to-morrow, though I trust but for a short time. I have now a new motive to make the most of the present hour."
As Glyndon entered the carriage and drew up the glass, he saw four men standing apart by the pavement, who seemed to eye him with attention. "Cospetto!" cried one; "ecco Inglese!" Glyndon imperfectly heard the exclamation as the carriage drove on. He reached home in safety. "Have you discovered who he is?" asked the actress, as she was now alone in the carriage with Gionetta.
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