I should advise you to leave Naples, and you will disdain to do so while Naples contains a foe to shun or a mistress to pursue." "You are right," said the young Englishman, with energy; "and you cannot reproach me for such a resolution." "No, there is another course left to you.

Do you love Isabel di Pisani truly and fervently?
If so, marry her, and take a bride to your native land." "Nay," answered Glyndon, embarrassed.

"Isabel is not of my rank; her character is strange and self-willed; her education neglected.

I am enslaved by her beauty, but I cannot wed her." Zicci frowned.
"Your love, then, is but selfish lust; and by that love you will be betrayed.

Young man, Destiny is less inexorable than it appears.