I would it offered you worthier accommodation.

As soon as I have news, I will again come before you.' Veranilda rose whilst he was speaking.

Her eyes were fixed upon him, wistfully, almost pleadingly, and before he had reached the exit she advanced a step, with lips parted as if to beseech his delay.

But he walked too hurriedly, and was gone ere she durst utter a word.
At the same hurried pace, gazing before him and seeing nothing, Marcian left the villa, and walked until he came to the river side.

Here was a jutting rock known as the Lover's Leap; story told of a noble maiden, frenzied by unhappy love, who had cast herself into the roaring waterfall.