His friend had often extricated him from danger, and saved him from the consequences of imprudence; and there was something in Mervale's voice alone that damped his enthusiasm, and often made him yet more ashamed of noble impulses than weak conduct.
For Mervale, though a downright honest man, could not sympathise with the extravagance of generosity any more than with that of presumption and credulity.

He walked the straight line of life, and felt an equal contempt for the man who wandered up the hill-sides, no matter whether to chase a butterfly, or to catch a prospect of the ocean.
"I will tell you your thoughts, Clarence," said Mervale, laughing, "though I am no Zanoni.

I know them by the moisture of your eyes, and the half-smile on your lips.

You are musing upon that fair perdition,--the little singer of San Carlo." The little singer of San Carlo! Glyndon coloured as he answered,-- "Would you speak thus of her if she were my wife ?" "No! for then any contempt I might venture to feel would be for yourself.

One may dislike the duper, but it is the dupe that one despises." "Are you sure that I should be the dupe in such a union?
Where can I find one so lovely and so innocent,--where one whose virtue has been tried by such temptation?
Does even a single breath of slander sully the name of Viola Pisani ?" "I know not all the gossip of Naples, and therefore cannot answer; but I know this, that in England no one would believe that a young Englishman, of good fortune and respectable birth, who marries a singer from the theatre of Naples, has not been lamentably taken in.