“Allow me to explain this mystery to you,” said Zanoni. “I discovered
the plot against you,--no matter how; I frustrated it thus: The head of
this design is a nobleman, who has long persecuted you in vain. He
and two of his creatures watched you from the entrance of the theatre,
having directed six others to await him on the spot where you were
attacked; myself and five of my servants supplied their place, and were
mistaken for his own followers. I had previously ridden alone to the
spot where the men were waiting, and informed them that their master
would not require their services that night. They believed me, and
accordingly dispersed. I then joined my own band, whom I had left in the
rear; you know all. We are at your door.”
CHAPTER 2.III.
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Shakespeare.
Zanoni followed the young Neapolitan into her house; Gionetta
vanished,--they were left alone.
Alone, in that room so often filled, in the old happy days, with the
wild melodies of Pisani; and now, as she saw this mysterious, haunting,
yet beautiful and stately stranger, standing on the very spot where
she had sat at her father’s feet, thrilled and spellbound,--she almost
thought, in her fantastic way of personifying her own airy notions,
that that spiritual Music had taken shape and life, and stood before her
glorious in the image it assumed. She was unconscious all the while of
her own loveliness. She had thrown aside her hood and veil; her hair,
somewhat disordered, fell over the ivory neck which the dress partially
displayed; and as her dark eyes swam with grateful tears, and her cheek
flushed with its late excitement, the god of light and music himself
never, amidst his Arcadian valleys, wooed, in his mortal guise, maiden
or nymph more fair.
Zanoni gazed at her with a look in which admiration seemed not unmingled
with compassion. He muttered a few words to himself, and then addressed
her aloud.
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