The figure heroical, the splendid, active youth, hallowed Aminta's past.

The past of a bitterly humiliated Aminta was a garden in the coming kiss of sunset, with that godlike figure of young manhood to hallow it.

There he stayed, perpetually assuring her of his triumphs to come.
She could have no further voyages.

Ridicule convulsed her home of refuge.

For the young soldier-hero, to be unhorsed by misfortune, was one thing; but the meanness of the ambition he had taken in exchange for the thirst of glory, accused his nature.