CHAPTER 5.I.
Frommet's den Schleier aufzuheben, Wo das nahe Schreckness droht?
Nur das Irrthum ist das Leben Und das Wissen ist der Tod, -- Schiller, Kassandro.
Delusion is the life we live And knowledge death; oh wherefore, then, To sight the coming evils give And lift the veil of Fate to Man?
Zwei Seelen wohnen, ach! in meiner Brust.
(Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.) ....
Was stehst du so, und blickst erstaunt hinaus?
(Why standest thou so, and lookest out astonished ?) -- "Faust." It will be remembered that we left Master Paolo by the bedside of Glyndon; and as, waking from that profound slumber, the recollections of the past night came horribly back to his mind, the Englishman uttered a cry, and covered his face with his hands.
"Good morrow, Excellency!" said Paolo, gayly.

"Corpo di Bacco, you have slept soundly!" The sound of this man's voice, so lusty, ringing, and healthful, served to scatter before it the phantasma that yet haunted Glyndon's memory.
He rose erect in his bed.

"And where did you find me?
Why are you here ?" "Where did I find you!" repeated Paolo, in surprise,--"in your bed, to be sure.

Why am I here!--because the Padrone bade me await your waking, and attend your commands." "The Padrone, Mejnour!--is he arrived ?" "Arrived and departed, signor.

He has left this letter for you." "Give it me, and wait without till I am dressed." "At your service.