Her father's treachery is Veranilda's shame; she saw her noble mother die for it, and it has made her mourning keener than a common sorrow.

I think she would never have dared to wed a Goth; all true Goths, she believes in her heart, must despise her.

It is her dread lest you, learning who she is, should find your love chilled.' 'Call her,' cried Basil, starting to his feet.

'Or let me go to her.
She shall not suffer that fear for another moment.

Veranilda! Veranilda!' His companion retained and quieted him.