Cetoxa, though a gambler and a rake, is a nobleman of birth and high repute for courage and honor.

Besides, this stranger, with his grand features and lofty air,--so calm, so unobtrusive,--has nothing in common with the forward garrulity of an impostor." "My dear Glyndon, pardon me, but you have not yet acquired any knowledge of the world; the stranger makes the best of a fine person, and his grand air is but a trick of the trade.

But to change the subject: how gets on the love affair ?" "Oh! Isabel could not see me to-night.

The old woman gave me a note of excuse." "You must not marry her; what would they all say at home ?" "Let us enjoy the present," said Glyndon, with vivacity; "we are young, rich, good-looking: let us not think of to-morrow." "Bravo, Glyndon! Here we are at the hotel.

Sleep sound, and don't dream of Signor Zicci.".