It is greater than I can bear." I leaned my head on his shoulder, and tears and smiles mingling together relieved the oppression of my grateful, blissful heart.

I really felt too happy.

The intensity of my joy was painful, from its excess.
"This is yours," said he, as we afterwards stood in an apartment whose vaulted ceiling, formed of ground crystal and lighted above by gas, resembled the softest lustre of moonlight.

The hangings of the beds and windows were of the richest azure-colored satin, fringed with silver, which seemed the livery of the mansion.
"And this is yours," he added, lifting a damask curtain, which fell over a charming little recess that opened into a beautiful flower bed.

"This is a kiosk, where you can sit in the moonlight and make garlands of poetry, which Regulus cannot wither." "How came you so familiar with the mysteries of this enchanted palace?
Is it not novel to you, as well as to me ?" "Do you not recollect that I left you at the hotel for a short time, after our arrival?
I accompanied my friend hither, and received from him the clue to these magic apartments.