I will trust to find thee so.

Fast and meditate till we meet!" Glyndon crumpled the letter in his hand with a smile of disdain.

What! more drudgery,--more abstinence! Youth without love and pleasure! Ha, ha! baffled Mejnour, thy pupil shall gain thy secrets without thine aid! "And Fillide! I passed her cottage in my way,--she blushed and sighed when I jested her about you, Excellency!" "Well, Paolo! I thank thee for so charming an introduction.

Thine must be a rare life." "Ah, Excellency, while we are young, nothing like adventure,--except love, wine, and laughter!" "Very true.

Farewell, Maestro Paolo; we will talk more with each other in a few days." All that morning Glyndon was almost overpowered with the new sentiment of happiness that had entered into him.