self. I would not undeceive her; yet, surely Glentworth loved me once?" After thus conversing for an hour, Doctor Parizzi was announced, the signal for Isabella's departure. The patient eagerly pressed her hand, whispering, "Have you a small English Bible?"
"Mr. Glentworth has one, I know—so has Mary, for I have borrowed it."
"Bring me the blessed book to-morrow, and put it under my pillow; it will be to me a source of great comfort; and if discovered when all is over, can only be considered as the fault of the young English woman. Strange that a church founded on Christianity should deny the scriptures it professes to reverence and obey; but go, my dear Margaret, go willingly, that you may return the sooner."
Glentworth listened to Isabella's account of her interview with intense interest, though he endeavoured, for the relator's sake, to suppress its warmer expression; but he could not forbear to ask many questions, drawing out, more than once, every word uttered by Margarita, and spoken by Isabella, as it now appeared in the very tones so long, dear, and familiar to his senses; and he could have fancied Isabella grown more like to her than she had ever been before; he thanked her tenderly for her kindness to her cousin, as if desirous to consider their relationship her motive for the visit—to the devoted wife it mattered not, so he was pleased and consoled.
It happened fortunately in the opinion of Doctor
