The sight of his fair young face calmed her at once.

She did not love him, yet his sight gave her pleasure.

She had for him a kind and grateful feeling.

Ah, if she had never beheld Zicci! "Isabel," said the Englishman, drawing her again to the bench from which she had risen, and seating himself beside her, "you know how passionately I love thee.

Hitherto thou hast played with my impatience and my ardor, thou hast sometimes smiled, sometimes frowned away my importunities for a reply to my suit; but this day--I know not how it is--I feel a more sustained and settled courage to address thee, and learn the happiest or the worst.