Forget me, teach thyself to return and to deserve his love; and I tell thee that thou wilt be honored and be happy." Isabel listened with silent wonder and deep blushes to this strange address; and when the voice ceased, she covered her face with her hands and wept.
Zicci rose.

"I have fulfilled my duty to you, and I depart.

Remember that you are still in danger from the prince; be wary, and be cautious.
Your best precaution is in flight; farewell." "Oh, do not leave me yet! You have read a secret of which I myself was scarcely conscious: you despise me,--you, my preserver! Ah! do not misjudge me; I am better, higher than I seem.

Since I saw thee I have been a new being." The poor girl clasped her hands passionately as she spoke, and her tears streamed down her cheeks.
"What would you that I should answer ?" said Zicci, pausing, but with a cold severity in his eye.
"Say that you do not despise,--say that you do not think me light and shameless." "Willingly, Isabel.

I know your heart and your history you are capable of great virtues; you have the seeds of a rare and powerful genius.