id not see the deadly paleness that came
over his countenance--she marked not his withering frown, nor the
quivering of his lip, nor the convulsions that heaved his breast. He
read it to the end, and then, as the letter fell from his hand, he said,
in a voice of deceitful calmness:

'Is the writer of this the man thou lovest?'

Ione sobbed, but answered not.

'Speak!' he rather shrieked than said.

'It is--it is!

'And his name--it is written here--his name is Glaucus!'

Ione, clasping her hands, looked round as for succour or escape.

'Then hear me,' said Arbaces, sinking his voice into a whisper; 'thou
shalt go to thy tomb rather than to his arms! What! thinkest thou
Arbaces will brook a rival such as this puny Greek? What! thinkest thou
that he has watched the fruit ripen, to yield it to another! Pretty
fool--no! Thou art mine--all--only mine: and thus--thus I seize and
claim thee!' As he spoke, he caught Ione in his arms; and, in that
ferocious grasp, was all the energy--less of love than of revenge.

But to Ione despair gave supernatural strength: she again tore herself
from him--she rushed to that part of the room by which she had
entered--she half withdrew the curtain--he had seized her--again she
broke away from him--and fell, exhausted, and with a loud shriek, at the
base of the column which supported the head of the Egyptian goddess.
Arbaces paused for a moment, as if to regain his breath; and thence once
more darted upon his prey.

At that instant the curtain was rudely torn aside, the Egyptian felt a
fierce and strong grasp upon his shoulder. He turned--he beheld before
him the flashing eyes of Glaucus, and the pale, worn, but menacing,
countenance of Apaecides. 'Ah,' he muttered, as he glared from one to
the other, 'what Fury hath sent ye hither?'

'Ate,' answered Glaucus; and he closed at once with the Egyptian.
Meanwhile, Apaecides raised his sister, now lifeless, from the ground;
his strength, exhausted by a mind long overwrought, did not suffice to
bear her away, light and delicate though her shape: he placed her,
therefore, on the couch, and stood over her with a brandishing knife,
watching the contest between Glaucus and the Egyptian, and ready to
plunge his weapon in the bosom of Arbaces should he be victorious in the
struggle. There is, perhaps, nothing on earth so terrible as the naked
and unarmed contest of animal strength, no weapon but those which Nature
supplies to rage. Bo