"But it will be soon transacted.

Perhaps you, sir, will ride on to your hotel." "Alone!" "There is no danger!" returned Zanoni, with a slight expression of disdain in his voice.
"None to me; but to Glyndon ?" "Danger from me! Ah, perhaps you are right." "Go on, my dear Mervale," said Glyndon; "I will join you before you reach the hotel." Mervale nodded, whistled, and pushed his horse into a kind of amble.
"Now your answer,--quick ?" "I have decided.

The love of Viola has vanished from my heart.

The pursuit is over." "You have decided ?" "I have; and now my reward." "Thy reward! Well; ere this hour to-morrow it shall await thee." Zanoni gave the rein to his horse; it sprang forward with a bound: the sparks flew from its hoofs, and horse and rider disappeared amidst the shadows of the street whence they had emerged.
Mervale was surprised to see his friend by his side, a minute after they had parted.
"What has passed between you and Zanoni ?" "Mervale, do not ask me to-night! I am in a dream." "I do not wonder at it, for even I am in a sleep.

Let us push on." In the retirement of his chamber, Glyndon sought to recollect his thoughts.