See how our pretty Fillide is longing for a partner.

Take compassion on her." Fillide pouted at this speech, and, disengaging her arm from Paolo's, turned away, but threw over her shoulder a glance half inviting, half defying.

Glyndon, almost involuntarily, advanced to her, and addressed her.
Oh, yes; he addresses her! She looks down, and smiles.

Paolo leaves them to themselves, sauntering off with a devil-me-carish air.

Fillide speaks now, and looks up at the scholar's face with arch invitation.