Say that I am the Senate's--that it is not discreet to urge a daughter of the state thus--say what thou wilt--but speak them fair." "Ha! it is Don Camillo Monforte! I know him by his noble stature and the gallant wave of his hand." "This temerity will undo him! His claim will be refused--himself banished.

Is it not near the hour when the gondola of the police passes?
Admonish him to depart, good Florinda--and yet can we use this rudeness to a Signor of his rank!" "Father, counsel us; you know the hazards of this rash gallantry in the Neapolitan--aid us with thy wisdom, for there is not a moment to lose." The Carmelite had been an attentive and an indulgent observer of the emotion which sensations so novel had awakened in the ardent but unpractised breast of the fair Venetian.

Pity, sorrow, and sympathy, were painted on his mortified face, as he witnessed the mastery of feeling over a mind so guileless, and a heart so warm; but the look was rather that of one who knew the dangers of the passions, than of one who condemned them without thought of their origin or power.

At the appeal of the governess he turned away and silently quitted the room.

Donna Florinda left the balcony and drew near her charge.