your love; he besought me not--not to reject it."

"Strange being! incomprehensible enigma! Why did you name him?"

"Why! ah, I would have asked whether, when you first saw him, the
foreboding, the instinct, of which you spoke, came on you more
fearfully, more intelligibly than before; whether you felt at once
repelled from him, yet attracted towards him; whether you felt," and the
actress spoke with hurried animation, "that with HIM was connected the
secret of your life?"

"All this I felt," answered Glyndon, in a trembling voice, "the first
time I was in his presence. Though all around me was gay,--music,
amidst lamp-lit trees, light converse near, and heaven without a cloud
above,--my knees knocked together, my hair bristled, and my blood
curdled like ice. Since then he has divided my thoughts with thee."

"No more, no more!" said Viola, in a stifled tone; "there must be the
hand of fate in this. I can speak to you no more now. Farewell!" She
sprung past him into the house, and closed the door. Glyndon did not
follow her, nor, strange as it may seem, was he so inclined. The thought
and recollection of that moonlit hour in the gardens, of the strange
address of Zanoni, froze up all human passion. Viola herself, if not
forgotten, shrunk back like a shadow into the recesses of his breast.
He shivered as he stepped into the sunlight, and musingly retraced his
steps into the more populous parts of that liveliest of Italian cities.

BOOK III. -- THEURGIA.

--i cavalier sen vanno
dove il pino fatal gli attende in porto.
Gerus. Lib., cant. xv (Argomento.)

The knights came where the fatal bark
Awaited them in the port.

CHAPTER 3.I.

But that which especially distinguishes the brotherhood is their
marvellous knowledge of all the resources of medical art. They
work not by charms, but simples.
--"MS. Account of the Origin and Attributes of the true
Rosicrucians," by J. Von D--.

At this time it chanced that Viola had the opportunity to return the
kindness shown to her by the friendly musician whose house had received
and sheltered her when first left an orphan on the world. Old Bernardi
had brought up three sons to the same profession as himself, and they
had lately left Naples to seek their fortunes in the wealthier cities
of Northern Europe, where the musical market was less overstocked. There
was only left to glad the household of his aged wife an