know that Wolfstein is hers irrevocably—body and soul, for ever!"
"Yet, I believe thee not!" said Megalena; "for the haughty Olympia della Anzasca would scarcely recline in the arms of a man who was not entirely devoted to her."
Yet were the charms of Megalena unfaded; yet their empire over Wolfstein excessive and complete.
"Still I believe thee not," continued she, as a smile of expectant malice sat upon her cheek. "I require some proof which will assuredly convince me, that I am yet beloved: give me proof, and Megalena will again be Wolfstein's."—"Oh!" said Wolfstein, mournfully, "what farther proof can I give, but my oath, that never in soul or body have I broken the allegiance that I formerly swore to thee?"
"The death of Olympia!" gloomily returned Megalena.
"What mean you?" said Wolfstein, starting.
"I mean," continued Megalena, collectedly, as if what she was about to utter had been the result of serious cogitation; "I mean that, if ever you wish again to possess my affections, ere to-morrow morning, Olympia must expire!"
"Murder the innocent Olympia?"
"Yes!"
