Some trafficker in happiness, some worthless abuser of the gifts of fortune." "Thou knowest, Camillo, our Venetian custom, and must see that I am hopelessly in their hands." "Arise, Duke of St.Agata," said the monk, with authority--"when I suffered you to enter this palace, it was to remove a scandal from its gates, and to save you from your own rash disregard of the state's displeasure.

It is idle to encourage hopes that the policy of the Republic opposes.

Arise then, and respect your pledges." "That shall be as this lady may decide.

Encourage me with but an approving look, fairest Violetta, and not Venice, with its Doge and inquisition, shall stir me an inch from thy feet!" "Camillo!" answered the trembling girl, "thou, the preserver of my life, hast little need to kneel to me!" "Duke of St.Agata--daughter!" "Nay, heed him not, generous Violetta.

He utters words of convention--he speaks as all speak in age, when men's tongues deny the feelings of their youth.