her face signs of that silent, eating sorrow, which writes on the brow what the tongue refuses to utter: he felt as if it were his duty and privilege to soothe that sorrow, and restore that health of which she had been deprived, and that his justice and pity would suffice for love; but he now saw her a fine and lovely woman, in the best period of her existence, her manners graceful, her mind cultivated, and her judgment so matured, it was little likely that she should suffer early recollections and impressions to warp it; he saw, or thought he saw, clearly that they would not; and he also felt, however strange it might be, that he was more in love than he had ever been in his life with either herself or any other woman. He appeared to himself as if he had stepped into the caldron which was intended to renew life and youth, and recovered, or rather acquired, more than he had ever known before of the higher influences of a soul-ennobling passion.
Nothing could be more delightful to Mr. Glentworth than to find Dr. Parizzi constituted one of his family party, save in so far as it indicated his lady's sufferings; but, his presence being still more restorative, he was not likely to be detained at Pisa much longer. He was proud of the amendment of Glentworth, feeling assured that no other mode of acting would have proved equally efficacious in a case where both body and mind were affected so en-
