Say!--if I marry Viola, wilt thou be my master,--my guide?
Say this, and I am resolved.
"It were impossible." "Then I renounce her?
I renounce love.

I renounce happiness.

Welcome solitude,--welcome despair; if they are the entrances to thy dark and sublime secret." "I will not take thy answer now.

Before the last hour of night thou shalt give it in one word,--ay or no! Farewell till then." Zanoni waved his hand, and, descending rapidly, was seen no more.
Glyndon rejoined his impatient and wondering friend; but Mervale, gazing on his face, saw that a great change had passed there.

The flexile and dubious expression of youth was forever gone.