Zanoni eBook

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“Holy angels befriend us!” said the Italian, trembling,—­“behold the very being that crossed me last Friday night.  It is he, but his face is human now!”

“Signor Inglese,” said the voice of Zanoni, as Glyndon—­pale, wan, and silent—­returned passively the joyous greeting of Mervale,—­“Signor Inglese, I told your friend that we should meet to-night.  You see you have not foiled my prediction.”

“But how?—­but where?” stammered Mervale, in great confusion and surprise.

“I found your friend stretched on the ground, overpowered by the mephitic exhalation of the crater.  I bore him to a purer atmosphere; and as I know the mountain well, I have conducted him safely to you.  This is all our history.  You see, sir, that were it not for that prophecy which you desired to frustrate, your friend would ere this time have been a corpse; one minute more, and the vapour had done its work.  Adieu; goodnight, and pleasant dreams.”

“But, my preserver, you will not leave us?” said Glyndon, anxiously, and speaking for the first time.  “Will you not return with us?”

Zanoni paused, and drew Glyndon aside.  “Young man,” said he, gravely, “it is necessary that we should again meet to-night.  It is necessary that you should, ere the first hour of morning, decide on your own fate.  I know that you have insulted her whom you profess to love.  It is not too late to repent.  Consult not your friend:  he is sensible and wise; but not now is his wisdom needed.  There are times in life when, from the imagination, and not the reason, should wisdom come,—­this, for you, is one of them.  I ask not your answer now.  Collect your thoughts,—­recover your jaded and scattered spirits.  It wants two hours of midnight.  Before midnight I will be with you.”

“Incomprehensible being!” replied the Englishman, “I would leave the life you have preserved in your own hands; but what I have seen this night has swept even Viola from my thoughts.  A fiercer desire than that of love burns in my veins,—­the desire not to resemble but to surpass my kind; the desire to penetrate and to share the secret of your own existence—­the desire of a preternatural knowledge and unearthly power.  I make my choice.  In my ancestor’s name, I adjure and remind thee of thy pledge.  Instruct me; school me; make me thine; and I surrender to thee at once, and without a murmur, the woman whom, till I saw thee, I would have defied a world to obtain.”

“I bid thee consider well:  on the one hand, Viola, a tranquil home, a happy and serene life; on the other hand, all is darkness,—­darkness, that even these eyes cannot penetrate.”

“But thou hast told me, that if I wed Viola, I must be contented with the common existence,—­if I refuse, it is to aspire to thy knowledge and thy power.”

“Vain man, knowledge and power are not happiness.”

“But they are better than happiness.  Say!—­if I marry Viola, wilt thou be my master,—­my guide?  Say this, and I am resolved.

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