"Marie! Beloved Marie!" She looked up at him struggling; the dark expression had vanished, and Stangrave's love-blinded eyes could see nothing in that face but the refined and yet rich beauty of the Italian.
"Marie, this is mere madness; you excite yourself till you know not what you say, or what you are--" "I know what I am," murmured she: but he hurried on unheeding.
"You love me, you know you love me; and you madden yourself by refusing to confess it!" He felt her heart throb as he spoke, and knew that he spoke truth.

"What gulfs are these you dream of?
No; I will not ask.

There is no gulf between me and one whom I adore, who has thrown a spell over me which I cannot resist, which I glory in not resisting; for you have been my guide, my morning star, which has awakened me to new life.

If I have a noble purpose upon earth, if I have roused myself from that conceited dream of self-culture which now looks to me so cold, and barren, and tawdry, into the hope of becoming useful, beneficent--to whom do I owe it but to you, Marie?
No; there is no gulf, Marie! You are my wife, and you alone!" And he held her so firmly, and gazed down upon her with such strong manhood, that her woman's heart quailed; and he might, perhaps, have conquered then and there, had not Sabina, summoned by her shriek, entered hastily.
"Good heavens! what is the matter ?" "Wait but one minute, Mrs.Mellot," said he; "the next, I shall introduce you to my bride." "Never! never! never!" cried she, and breaking from him, flew into Sabina's arms.

"Leave me, leave me to bear my curse alone!" And she broke out into such wild weeping, and refused so wildly to hear another word from Stangrave, that he went away in despair, the prize snatched from his grasp in the very moment of seeming victory.
He went in search of Claude, who had agreed to meet him at the Exhibition in Trafalgar Square.