The sunlight streamed over the snowy draperies of the bed, and a few articles of clothing, neatly folded, on the chair beside it.

Isabel was not there; and Glyndon, as he gazed around, observed that the casement which opened to the ground was wrenched and broken, and several fragments of the shattered glass lay below.

The light flashed at once upon Glyndon's mind,--the ravisher had borne away his prize.

The ominous words of Zicci were fulfilled: it was too late! Wretch that he was, perhaps he might have saved her! But the nurse,--was she gone also?
He made the house resound with the name of Gionetta, but there was not even an echo to reply.

He resolved to repair at once to the abode of Zicci.