it touched land; a man leaped on shore, and Glyndon recognised
Zanoni.

"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. But I have ample gifts to bestow
upon thee, if thou wilt abandon the hope that gnaws thy heart, and the
realisation of which even _I_ have not the power to foresee. Be thine
ambition human, and I can gratify it to the full. Men desire four things
in life,--love, wealth, fame, power. The first I cannot give thee, the
rest are at my disposal. Select which of them thou wilt, and let us part
in peace."

"Such are not the gifts I covet. I choose knowledge; that knowledge must
be thine own. For this, and for this alone, I surrendered the love of
Viola; this, and this alone, must be my recompense."

"I cannot gain say thee, though I can warn. The desire to learn does not
always contain the faculty to acquire. I can give thee, it is true, the
teacher,--the rest must depend on thee. Be wise in time, and take that
which I can assure to thee."

"Answer me but these questions, and according to your answer I will
decide. Is it in the power of man to attain intercourse with the beings
of other worlds? Is it in the power of man to influence the elements,
and to insure life against the sword and against disease?"

"All this may be possible," answered Zanoni, evasively, "to the few; but
for one who attains such secrets, millions may perish in the attempt."

"One question more. Thou--"

"Beware! Of myself, as I have said before, I render no account."

"Well, then, the stranger I have met this night,--are his boasts to be
believed? Is he in truth one of the chosen seers whom you allow to have
mastered the mysteries I yearn to fathom?"

"Rash man," said Zanoni, in a tone of compassion, "thy crisis is past,
and thy choice made! I can only bid thee be bold and prosper; yes, I
resign thee to a master who HAS the power and the will to open to thee
the gates of an awful world. Thy weal or woe are as nought in the eyes
of his relentless wisdom. I would bid him spare thee, but he will heed
me not. Mejnour, receive thy pupil!" Glyndon turned, and his heart beat
when he perceived that the stranger, whose footsteps he had not heard
upon the pebbles, whose approach he had not beheld in the moonlight, was
once more by his side.

"Farewell," resumed Zanoni; "thy trial commences. When next we me