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I will go to Isabel's house; I will see her; I will judge for myself." "That is certainly the best way to forget her," said Merton. Glyndon seized his hat and sword, and was gone. She was seated outside her door, the young actress.
A wooden bridge was thrown over the chasm, wide enough to admit two horsemen abreast; and the planks trembled and gave back a hollow sound as Glyndon urged his jaded steed across.
"No," replied Zicci; "it was but one of those antiques that have their date, indeed, from the beginning of the world, but which Nature eternally withers and renews." So saying, he showed Glyndon a small herb with a pale blue flower, and then placed it carefully in his bosom. "You are an herbalist?" "I am." "It is, I am told, a study full of interest." "To those who understand it, doubtless.
Young man, if thy imagination is vivid; if thy heart is daring, if thy curiosity is insatiate, I will accept thee as my pupil. But the first lessons are stern and dread." "If thou hast mastered them, why not I?" answered Glyndon, boldly.
What! is it possible that you are the Clarence Glyndon of whose career such glowing hopes are entertained, you the man whose genius has been extolled by all the graybeards? Not a boy turned out from a village school but would laugh you to scorn.
"Ah, Excellency," said the guide, "your countrymen have a strong passion for the volcano. Long life to them; they bring us plenty of money. If our fortunes depended on the Neapolitans, we should starve." "True, they have no curiosity," said Merton. "Do you remember, Glyndon, the contempt with which that old count said to us, 'You will go to Vesuvius, I suppose. I have never been: why should I go?
Glyndon, offended, was retiring sullenly, when Gionetta stopped him. "Stay, signor," said she, coaxingly, "the dear signora is not well: do not be angry with her; I will make her accept your offer."
"I mean then," continued Glyndon, resolutely, though somewhat disconcerted, "I mean you to understand, that, though I am not to be persuaded or compelled by a stranger to marry Isabel di Pisani, I am not the less determined never tamely to yield her to another."
The alleged instinct was regarded as the whisper of Providence; the stranger became an object of universal interest and curiosity. His wealth, his manner of living, his extraordinary personal beauty, have assisted also to make him the rage." "What is his name?" asked Glyndon. "Zicci. Signor Zicci." "Is it not an Italian name? He speaks English like a native."
To half the virtues of the vegetable world mankind are yet in the darkness of the savages I have supposed. There are faculties within us with which certain herbs have affinity, and over which they have power. The moly of the ancients was not all a fable." One evening, Glyndon had lingered alone and late upon the ramparts, watching the stars as, one by one, they broke upon the twilight.
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