Knowing my skill as a brewer of philters, he has applied to me, and I have promised him aid.
But have no fear.

Though employed by him, I am devoted to you, and will effect your deliverance--ay, and avenge you upon your persecutors at the same time--if you follow my instructions exactly.

Raise the goblet to your lips again.

Quaff its contents without apprehension--they are perfectly harmless.

Force smiles to your features--give tenderness to your tones, and softness to your glances--and all will be won." And with a grin, which, though intended to encourage her, somewhat alarmed Aveline, he took up the flask of wine and departed.
As her singular adviser had predicted, it was not long before the old usurer made his appearance, evidently full of eagerness to ascertain whether any change had been wrought in her disposition towards him by the wonder-working draught.