It was long ere Sebastian could convince her that his life would be more secure, and their prospect of union more certain, were he to incur the chances of open warfare, than if he should follow her disguised into Syria, and there loiter near her, subject to suspicion and to discovery. War, tremendous war! how did it shock the tender soul of Aziek! but the dignity and integrity of Sebastian was too precious in her eyes for her to urge any conduct by which they might be compromised. “Go then,” she said, at length, “Go! beloved of my soul! delight of my eyes! treasure of my days! obey the dictates of thy brave and upright spirit! I will believe that the God thou dost worship, that God who did create and make thee what thou art, the most excellent, most dear,--ah! foolish Aziek, say what thou wilt, to this thou recurrest at last!” again she leaned her glowing face on his breast, and smiling through crouding tears, ceased to speak. “Was man ever loved thus?”--exclaimed Sebastian, half-wild with an emotion too exquisite for mortality to sustain. “Angelic Aziek! this moment is cheaply bought by all my past sufferings. Take every thing, high Heaven! so you leave me but her.” The silence that followed, was interrupted only by soft and delightful sighs, which alternately seemed to waft to their different bosoms, the souls of each: every painful fear had faded from their minds, all was forgotten. In the midst of this sweet oblivion, the Englishwoman appeared; her looks and gesture expressed haste and alarm; Sebastian started from the arms of Aziek, he hastened to the door: then turning to look on her once more, saw her pale, trembling, her arms yet extended, and her touching eyes fixed upon him: he hastened back, folded her to his breast, and without speaking or being spoken to, tore himself away. While he hurried after his directress, she whispered in imperfect French, “Be under the eastern side of this house at prayer time to night.” She then unlocked the door of the apartment, and leading him forward, called the negro, who soon appeared and conducted him out. The crowds hurrying home from the mosques, proved to Sebastian that Aziek’s friend had not been too careful; a moment’s stay might have exposed him to the scrutiny of her whole household, and suspicion must have followed, from his female habit so ill-suited with his countenance. He returned to his lodging, where he shut himself up with Barémel till the hour of evening prayer. How hope-inspiring were the reveries with which he delighted his naturally-blissful spirit, during this interval! “Too sure the passion that his soul misled, Was checked, not conquered; buried, but not dead!”