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"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.
"And will you tell me," said Glyndon, "that in yourself I behold one of that mighty few over whom Zicci has no superiority in power and wisdom?" "In me," answered the stranger, "you see one from whom Zicci himself learned many of his loftiest secrets. Before his birth my wisdom was! On these shores, on this spot, have I stood in ages that your chronicles but feebly reach.
One of this little party was a young Englishman who had been the life of the whole group, but who for the last few moments had sunk into a gloomy and abstracted revery. One of his countrymen observed this sudden gloom, and tapping him on the back, said, "Glyndon, why, what ails you? Are you ill? You have grown quite pale; you tremble: is it a sudden chill?
Merton and the Italians arrived in safety at the spot where they had left the mules; and not till they had recovered their own alarm and breath did they think of Glyndon. But then, as the minutes passed and he appeared not, Merton whose heart was as good, at least, as human hearts are in general grew seriously alarmed.
"How could you foretell this fearful event? He fell not by your arm," said Glyndon, in a tremulous and hollow tone. "The general who calculates on the victory does not fight in person," answered Zicci. "But enough of this. Meet me at midnight by the seashore, half a mile to the left of your hotel, you will know the spot by a rude pillar, the only one near , to which a broken chain is attached.
I will win this girl, if I die for it. Who laughed? Mascari, didst thou laugh?" "I, your Excellency, I laugh?" "It sounded behind me," said the Prince, gazing round. It was the day on which Zicci had told Glyndon that he should ask for his decision in respect to Isabel, the third day since their last meeting. The Englishman could not come to a resolution.
"Signor Inglese," said the voice of Zicci as Glyndon, pale, wan, and silent, returned passively the joyous greeting of Merton, " Signor Inglese, I told your friend we should meet to-night; you see you have not foiled my prediction." "But how, but where?" stammered Merton, in great confusion and surprise.
"Enough," said Glyndon, coldly; "you cease to be an effective counsellor when you suffer your prejudices to be thus evident. I have already had ample proof," added the Englishman, and his pale cheek grew more pale, "of the power of this man, if man he be, which I sometimes doubt; and, come life, come death, I will not shrink from the paths that allure me.
"Be it so; she will then renounce you. I tell you that you have rivals." "Yes, the Prince di ; but I do not fear him." "You have another, whom you will fear more." "And who is he?" "Myself." Glyndon turned pale, and started from his seat. "You, Signor Zicci, you, and you dare to tell me so?" "Dare! Alas! you know there is nothing on earth left me to fear!"
"Your friend and I have business together," replied Zicci, as he wheeled his powerful and fiery steed to the side of Glyndon; "but it will be soon transacted. Perhaps you, sir, will ride on to your hotel." "Alone?" "There is no danger," returned Zicci, with a slight expression of disdain in his voice. "None to me, but to Glyndon?" "Danger from me? Ah! perhaps you are right."
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