He found him alone in the wood, leaning with folded arms against a tree, and gazing moodily on the ground.

Warbeck's noble heart was touched at his brother's dejection.
"Cheer thee, Otho," said he; "I bring thee no bad tidings; I have seen Leoline, I have conversed with her--nay, start not,--she loves thee! she is thine!" "Generous, generous Warbeck!" exclaimed Otho; and he threw himself on his brother's neck.

"No, no," said he, "this must not be; thou hast the elder claim,--I resign her to thee.

Forgive me my waywardness, brother, forgive me!" "Think of the past no more," said Warbeck; "the love of Leoline is an excuse for greater offences than thine.

And now, be kind to her; her nature is soft and keen.