"You are a gallant, Mr. Glyndon," said Zicci, with a smile; "and do not know so little of the south as not to be aware that gallants have always rivals."
"Are you serious?" said Glyndon, colouring.
"Most serious. You love Isabel di Pisani; you have for rival one of the most powerful and relentless of the Neapolitan princes. Your danger is indeed great."
"But, pardon me—how came it known to you?"
"I give no account of myself to mortal man," replied Zicci, haughtily; "and to me it matters not whether you regard or scorn my warning."
"Well, if I may not question you, be it so;—but at least advise me what to do."
"You will not follow my advice."
"You wrong me! why?"
"Because you are constitutionally brave; you are fond of excitement and mystery; you like to be the hero of a romance. 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. The resources of the great Ruler of the Universe are not so scanty and so stern as to deny to men the divine privilege of Free Will; all of us can carve out our own way, and God can make our very contradictions harmonize with His solemn ends. You have before you an option. Honourable and generous love may even now work out your happiness, and effect your escape; a frantic and interested passion will but lead you to misery and doom."
"Do you pretend, then, to read the Future?"
"I have said all that it pleases me to utter."
"While you assume the moralist to me, Signor Zicci," said Glyndon, with a smile, "if report says true, you do not yourself reject the allurements of unfettered love."
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