rds no room to believe that any one who has borne the name of
Arestino has dishonored it--until now! Oh! fool--dotard--idiot that I
was to think that a young girl could love an aged man like me! For old
age is a weed, which, when twined round the plant of love, becomes like
the deadly nightshade, and robs the rose-bush of its health! Alas! alas!
I thought that in my declining years, I should have one to cheer me, one
who might respect me, if she could not love me--one who would manifest
some gratitude for the proud position I have given her--and the
boundless wealth that it would have been my joy to leave her. And now
that hope is gone--withered--crushed--blighted, woman, by thy perfidy!
Oh! wherefore did you accompany the old man to the altar, if only to
deceive him? Wherefore did you consent to become his bride, if but to
plunge him into the depth of misery? You weep! Ah! weep on; and all
those tears, be they even so scalding as to make seams on that too fair
face, cannot wipe away the stain which is now affixed to the haughty
name of Arestino! Weep on, Giulia; but thy tears cannot move me now!"

And the old lord's tone changed suddenly from the deep, touching pathos
of tremulousness to a stern, fixed, cold severity, which stifled the
germs of hope that had taken birth in the heart of his guilty wife.

"Mercy! mercy!" she shrieked, endeavoring to grasp his hand.

"No!" thundered the Count of Arestino; and he rang violently a silver
bell which stood upon the table.

"Holy Virgin, what will become of me? For what fate am I destined?"
implored Giulia, frantically.

The old nobleman approached her, gazed on her sternly for nearly a
minute, then bending down said, in a hollow, sepulchral tone:

"Thou art doomed to eternal seclusion in the convent of the Carmelites!"

He then turned hastily round and advanced to the door, to which steps
were already distinctly heard drawing near in the corridor.

For an instant Giulia seemed paralyzed by the dreadful announcement that
had been made to her; but suddenly a ray of hope flashed on her mind,
and darting toward that part of the tapestry behind which the robber was
concealed, she said, in a low and rapid tone:

"Thou hast heard the fate that awaits me. I charge thee to seek Manuel
d'Orsini, and let him know all."

"Fear not, lady; you shall be saved!" answered Stephano, in a scarcely
audible but yet profoundly emphatic whisper.

She had only just time to turn away when