"That is impossible, Margarita—you feel it is. I am no longer capable of a passion so strong and so pure, but I will try to make her happy, and——"

At this moment Isabella heard a step, and she recalled and led him to the place he had occupied just in time to escape the eye of the nurse; and, finding herself exceeding fluttered, she determined on going home immediately. On their way they passed the carriage of Di Morello, who stopped to inquire why she had retired so soon. "I was not well, so I sought my husband," was the reply; and the husband, with his slouched hat drawn still further over a countenance agitated by fear, indignation, pity, and sorrow, passed on.

Dr. Parizzi took her in his carriage that evening, when the marchese reproached her for leaving her charge so early in the morning. "I found her," said he, "in great agitation, doubtless from anger and disappointment. Surely, if you were poorly, the family could have given restoratives without actually quitting her; you are the only person who does her good; your humanity might operate—but the English have little feeling; so I will now give you money, which perhaps you want for your husband."

"I am not in want of money, sir," said Isabella, proudly; "English people attached to great families rarely are; and, to prove I am not devoid of feeling, I promise to pay the dear marchesa all possible attention without fee or reward, the remainder of my stay