'Thou hast the potion,' said Nydia; 'let me hold it in my hands. How small the phial is! of what color is the draught?' 'Clear as crystal,' replied Julia, as she retook the philtre; 'thou couldst not tell it from this water. The witch assures me it is tasteless. Small though the phial, it suffices for a life's fidelity: it is to be poured into any liquid; and Glaucus will only know what he has quaffed by the effect.' 'Exactly like this water in appearance?' 'Yes, sparkling and colorless as this. How bright it seems! it is as the very essence of moonlit dews. Bright thing! how thou shinest on my hopes through thy crystal vase!' 'And how is it sealed?' 'But by one little stopper--I withdraw it now--the draught gives no odor. Strange, that that which speaks to neither sense should thus command all!' 'Is the effect instantaneous?' 'Usually--but sometimes it remains dormant for a few hours.' 'Oh, how sweet is this perfume!' said Nydia, suddenly, as she took up a small bottle on the table, and bent over its fragrant contents. 'Thinkest thou so? the bottle is set with gems of some value. Thou wouldst not have the bracelet yestermorn--wilt thou take the bottle?' 'It ought to be such perfumes as these that should remind one who cannot see of the generous Julia. If the bottle be not too costly...' 'Oh! I have a thousand costlier ones: take it, child!' Nydia bowed her gratitude, and placed the bottle in her vest. 'And the draught would be equally efficacious, whoever administers it?' 'If the most hideous hag beneath the sun bestowed it, such is its asserted virtue that Glaucus would deem her beautiful, and none but her!' Julia, warmed by wine, and the reaction of her spirits, was now all animation and delight; she laughed loud, and talked on a hundred matters--nor was it till the night had advanced far towards morning that she summoned her slaves and undressed. When they were dismissed, she said to Nydia, 'I will not suffer this holy draught to quit my presence till the hour comes for its use. Lie under my pillow, bright spirit, and give me happy dreams!' So saying, she placed the potion under her pillow. Nydia's heart beat violently. 'Why dost thou drink that unmixed water, Nydia? Take the wine by its side.' 'I am fevered,' replied the blind girl, 'and the water cools me. I will place this bottle by my bedside, it refreshes in these summer nights, when the dews of sleep fall not on our lips. Fair Julia, I must leave thee very early--so Ione bids--perhaps before thou art awake; accept, therefore, now my congratulations.' 'Thanks: when next we meet you may find Glaucus at my feet.' They had retired to their couches, and Julia, worn out by the excitement of the day, soon slept. But anxious and burning thoughts rolled over the mind of the wakeful Thessalian. She listened to the calm breathing of Julia; and her ear, accustomed to the finest distinctions of sound, speedily assured her of the deep slumber of her companion.