thought；　then；　of　me；　fair　Fillide？〃
  〃Yes；〃　answered　the　girl；　colouring；　but　with　that　frank；　bold
  ingenuousness；　which　characterises　the　females　of　Italy；
  especially　of　the　lower　class；　and　in　the　southern　provinces；
  〃oh；　yes！　　I　have　thought　of　little　else。　　Paolo　said　he　knew　you
  would　visit　me。〃
  〃And　what　relation　is　Paolo　to　you？〃
  〃None；　but　a　good　friend　to　us　all。　　My　brother　is　one　of　his
  band。〃
  〃One　of　his　band！a　robber？〃
  〃We　of　the　mountains　do　not　call　a　mountaineer　'a　robber；'
  signor。〃
  〃I　ask　pardon。　　Do　you　not　tremble　sometimes　for　your　brother's
  life？　　The　law〃
  〃Law　never　ventures　into　these　defiles。　　Tremble　for　him！　　No。
  My　father　and　grandsire　were　of　the　same　calling。　　I　often　wish　I
  were　a　man！〃
  〃By　these　lips；　I　am　enchanted　that　your　wish　cannot　be
  realised。〃
  〃Fie；　signor！　　And　do　you　really　love　me？〃
  〃With　my　whole　heart！〃
  〃And　I　thee！〃　said　the　girl；　with　a　candour　that　seemed　innocent；
  as　she　suffered　him　to　clasp　her　hand。
  〃But；〃　she　added；　〃thou　wilt　soon　leave　us；　and　I〃　　She　stopped
  short；　and　the　tears　stood　in　her　eyes。
  There　was　something　dangerous　in　this；　it　must　be　confessed。
  Certainly　Fillide　had　not　the　seraphic　loveliness　of　Viola；　but
  hers　was　a　beauty　that　equally　at　least　touched　the　senses。
  Perhaps　Glyndon　had　never　really　loved　Viola；　perhaps　the
  feelings　with　which　she　had　inspired　him　were　not　of　that　ardent
  character　which　deserves　the　name　of　love。　　However　that　be；　he
  thought；　as　he　gazed　on　those　dark　eyes；　that　he　had　never　loved
  before。
  〃And　couldst　thou　not　leave　thy　mountains？〃　he　whispered；　as　he
  drew　yet　nearer　to　her。
  〃Dost　thou　ask　me？〃　she　said；　retreating；　and　looking　him
  steadfastly　in　the　face。　　〃Dost　thou　know　what　we　daughters　of
  the　mountains　are？　　You　gay；　smooth　cavaliers　of　cities　seldom
  mean　what　you　speak。　　With　you；　love　is　amusement；　with　us；　it　is
  life。　　Leave　these　mountains！　　Well！　　I　should　not　leave　my
  nature。〃
  〃Keep　thy　nature　ever；it　is　a　sweet　one。〃
  〃Yes；　sweet　while　thou　art　true；　stern；　if　thou　art　faithless。
  Shall　I　tell　thee　what　Iwhat　the　girls　of　this　country　are？
  Daughters　of　men　whom　you　call　robbers；　we　aspire　to　be　the
  companions　of　our　lovers　or　our　husbands。　　We　love　ardently；　we
  own　it　boldly。　　We　stand　by　your　side　in　danger；　we　serve　you　as
  slaves　in　safety：　　we　never　change；　and　we　resent　change。　　You
  may　reproach；　strike　us；　trample　us　as　a　dog；we　bear　all
  without　a　murmur；　betray　us；　and　no　tiger　is　more　relentless。　　Be
  true；　and　our　hearts　reward　you；　be　false；　and　our　hands　revenge！
  Dost　thou　love　me　now？〃
  During　this　speech　the　Italian's　countenance　had　most　eloquently
  aided　her　words；by　turns　soft；　frank；　fierce；and　at　the　last
  question　she　inclined　her　head　humbly；　and　stood；　as　in　fear　of
  his　reply；　before　him。　　The　stern；　brave；　wild　spirit；　in　which
  what　seemed　unfeminine　was　yet；　if　I　may　so　say；　still　womanly；
  did　not　recoil；　it　rather　captivated　Glyndon。　　He　answered
  readily；　briefly；　and　freely；　〃Fillide；yes！〃
  Oh；　〃yes！〃　forsooth；　Clarence　Glyndon！　　Every　light　nature
  answers　〃yes〃　lightly　to　such　a　question　from　lips　so　rosy！　　Have
  a　care；have　a　care！　　Why　the　deuce；　Mejnour；　do　you　leave　your
  pupil　of　four…and…twenty　to　the　mercy　of　these　wild　cats…a…
  mountain！　　Preach　fast；　and　abstinence；　and　sublime　renunciation
  of　the　cheats　of　the　senses！　　Very　well　in　you；　sir；　Heaven　knows
  how　many　ages　old；　but　at　four…and…twenty；　your　Hierophant　would
  have　kept　you　out　of　Fillide's　way；　or　you　would　have　had　small
  taste　for　the　Cabala。
  And　so　they　stood；　and　talked；　and　vowed；　and　whispered；　till　the
  girl's　mother　made　some　noise　within　the　house；　and　Fillide
  bounded　back　to　the　distaff；　her　finger　once　more　on　her　lip。
  〃There　is　more　magic　in　Fillide　than　in　Mejnour；〃　said　Glyndon　to
  himself；　walking　gayly　home；　〃yet　on　second　thoughts；　I　know　not
  if　I　quite　so　well　like　a　character　so　ready　for　revenge。　　But　he
  who　has　the　real　secret　can　baffle　even　the　vengeance　of　a　woman；
  and　disarm　all　danger！〃
  Sirrah！　dost　thou　even　already　meditate　the　possibility　of
  treason？　　Oh；　well　said　Zanoni；　〃to　pour　pure　water　into　the
  muddy　well　does　but　disturb　the　mud。〃
  CHAPTER　4。VII。
  Cernis；　custodia　qualis
  Vestibulo　sedeat？　facies　quae　limina　servet？
  〃Aeneid；〃　lib。　vi。　574。
  （See　you　what　porter　sits　within　the　vestibule？what　face
  watches　at　the　threshold？）
  And　it　is　profound　night。　　All　is　at　rest　within　the　old　castle；
  all　is　breathless　under　the　melancholy　stars。　　Now　is　the　time。
  Mejnour　with　his　austere　wisdom；Mejnour　the　enemy　to　love；
  Mejnour；　whose　eye　will　read　thy　heart；　and　refuse　thee　the
  promised　secrets　because　the　sunny　face　of　Fillide　disturbs　the
  lifeless　shadow　that　he　calls　repose；Mejnour　comes　to…morrow！
  Seize　the　night！　　Beware　of　fear！　　Never；　or　this　hour！　　So；
  brave　youth；brave　despite　all　thy　errors；so；　with　a　steady
  pulse；　thy　hand　unlocks　once　more　the　forbidden　door。
  He　placed　his　lamp　on　the　table　beside　the　book；　which　still　lay
  there　opened；　he　turned　over　the　leaves；　but　could　not　decipher
  their　meaning　till　he　came　to　the　following　passage：
  〃When；　then；　the　pupil　is　thus　initiated　and　prepared；　let　him
  open　the　casement；　light　the　lamps；　and　bathe　his　temples　with
  the　elixir。　　He　must　beware　how　he　presume　yet　to　quaff　the
  volatile　and　fiery　spirit。　　To　taste　till　repeated　inhalations
  have　accustomed　the　frame　gradually　to　the　ecstatic　liquid；　is　to
  know　not　life；　but　death。〃
  He　could　penetrate　no　farther　into　the　instructions；　the　cipher
  again　changed。　　He　now　looked　steadily　and　earnestly　round　the
  chamber。　　The　moonlight　came　quietly　through　the　lattice　as　his
  hand　opened　it；　and　seemed；　as　it　rested　on　the　floor；　and　filled
  the　walls；　like　the　presence　of　some　ghostly　and　mournful　Power。
  He　ranged　the　mystic　lamps　（nine　in　number）　round　the　centre　of
  the　room；　and　lighted　them　one　by　one。　　A　flame　of　silvery　and
  azure　tints　sprung　up　from　each；　and　lighted　the　apartment　with　a
  calm　and　yet　most　dazzling　splendour；　but　presently　this　light
  grew　more　soft　and　dim；　as　a　thin；　grey　cloud；　like　a　mist；
  gradually　spread　over　the　room；　and　an　icy　thrill　shot　through
  the　heart　of　the　Englishman；　and　quickly　gathered　over　him　like
  the　coldness　of　death。　　Instinctively　aware　of　his　danger；　he
  tottered；　though　with　difficulty；　for　his　limbs　seemed　rigid　and
  stone…like；　to　the　shelf　that　contained　the　crystal　vials；
  hastily　he　inhaled　the　spirit；　and　laved　his　temples　with　the
  sparkling　liquid。　　The　same　sensation　of　vigour　and　youth；　and
  joy　and　airy　lightness；　that　he　had　felt　in　the　morning；
  instantaneously　replaced　the　deadly　numbness　that　just　before　had
  invaded　the　citadel　of　life。　　He　stood；　with　his　arms　folded　on
  his　bosom　erect　and　dauntless；　to　watch　what　should　ensue。
  The　vapour　had　now　assumed　almost　the　thickness　and　seeming
  consistency　of　a　snow…cloud；　the　lamps　piercing　it　like　stars。
  And　now　he　distinctly　saw　shapes；　somewhat　resembling　in　outline
  those　of　the　human　form；　gliding　slowly　and　with　regular
  evolutions　through　the　cloud。　　They　appeared　bloodless；　their
  bodies　were　transparent；　and　contracted　or　expanded　like　the
  folds　of　a　serpent。　　As　they　moved　in　majestic　order；　he　heard　a
  low　soundthe　ghost；　as　it　were；　of　voicewhich　each　caught　and
  echoed　from　the　other；　a　low　sound；　but　musical；　which　seemed　the
  chant　of　some　unspeakably　tranquil　joy。　　None　of　these
  apparitions　heeded　him。　　His　intense　longing　to　accost　them；　to
  be　of　them；　to　make　one　of　this　movement　of　aerial　happiness；
  for　such　it　seemed　to　him；made　him　stretch　forth　his　arms　and
  seek　to　cry　aloud；　but　only　an　inarticulate　whisper　passed　his
  lips；　and　the　movement　and　the　music　went　on　the　same　as　if　the
  mortal　were　not　there。　　Slowly　they　glided　round　and　aloft；　till；
  in　the　same　majestic　order；　one　after　one；　they　floated　through
  the　casement　and　were　lost　in　the　moonlight；　then；　as　his　eyes
  followed　them；　the　casement　became　darkened　with　some　object
  undistinguishable　at　the　first　gaze；　but　which　sufficed
  mysteriously　to　change　into　ineffable　horror　the　delight　he　had
  before　experienced。　　By　degrees　this　object　shaped　itself　to　his
  sight。　　It　was　as　that　of　a　human　head　covered　with　a　dark　veil
  through　which　glared；　with　livid　and　demoniac　fire；　eyes　that
  froze　the　marrow　of　his　bones。　　Nothing　else　of　the　face　was
  distinguishable；nothing　but　those　intolerable　eyes；　but　his
  terror；　that　even　at　the　first　seemed　beyond　nature　to　endure；
  was　increased　a　thousand…fold；　when；　after　a　pause；　the　phantom
  glided　slowly　into　the　chamber。
  The　cloud　retreated　from　it　as　it　advanced；　the　bright　lamps　grew
  wan；　and　flickered　restlessly　as　at　the　breath　of　its　presence。
  Its　form　was　veiled　as　the　face；　but　the　outline　was　that　of　a
  female；　yet　it　moved　not　as