What other possible reason could there have been for her so
blushing? --for the glance of those wild appealing eyes? for the
unusual tumult of that throbbing bosom? --for the convulsive
pressure of that trembling hand? --that hand which fell, as Mentoni
turned into the palace, accidentally, upon the hand of the stranger.
What reason could there have been for the low --the singularly low
tone of those unmeaning words which the lady uttered hurriedly in
bidding him adieu? "Thou hast conquered --" she said, or the murmurs
of the water deceived me-"thou hast conquered --one hour after sunrise
--we shall meet --so let it be!"
The tumult had subsided, the lights had died away within the palace,
and the stranger, whom I now recognized, stood alone upon the flags.
He shook with inconceivable agitation, and his eye glanced around in
search of a gondola. I could not do less than offer him the service of
my own; and he accepted the civility. Having obtained an oar at the
water-gate, we proceeded together to his residence, while he rapidly
recovered his self-possession, and spoke of our former slight
acquaintance in terms of great apparent cordiality.
There are some subjects upon which I take pleasure in being
minute.
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