suit.

Moor was rejoiced--yes, really glad at heart, and expressed his pleasure;
nevertheless he felt a sharp pang, and when the baron, in his simple,
aristocratic manner, thanked him for the faithful friendship he had
always shown Sophonisba and her sisters, and then related how graciously
the queen had joined their hands, he only listened with partial
attention, for many doubts and suspicions beset him.

Had Sophonisba's heart uttered the "yes," or had she made a heavy
sacrifice for him and his safety? Perhaps she would find true happiness
by the side of this worthy noble, but why had she given herself to him
now, just now? Then the thought darted through his mind, that the widowed
Marquesa Romero, the all-powerful friend of the Grand Inquisitor was Don
Fabrizio's sister.

Sophonisba had left the conversation to her betrothed husband; but when
the doors of the brightly-lighted reception-room were opened, and the
candles in the studio lighted, the girl could no longer endure the
restraint she had hitherto imposed upon herself, and whispered hurriedly,
in broken accents:

"Dismiss the servants, lock the studio, and follow us."

Moor did as he was requested, and, with the baron, obeyed her request to
search the anterooms, to see that no unbidden visitor remained. She
herself raised the curtains and looked up the chimney.

Moor had rarely seen her so pale. Unable to control the muscles of her
face, shoulders and hands, she went into the middle of the room, beckoned
the men to come close to her, raised her fan to her face, and whispered:

"Don Fabrizio and I are now one. God hears me! You, Master, are in great
peril and surrounded by spies. Some one witnessed yesterday's incident,
and it is now the talk of the town. Don Fabrizio has made inquiries.
There is an accusation against you, and the Inquisition will act upon it.
The informers call you a heretic, a sorcerer, who has bewitched the king.
They will seize you to-morrow, or the day after. The king is in a
terrible mood. The Nuncio openly asked him whether it was true, that he
had been offered an atrocious insult in your studio. Is everything ready?
Can you fly?"

Moor bent his head in assent.

"Well then," said the baron, interrupting Sophonisba; "I beg you to
listen to me. I have obtained leave of absence, to go to Sicily to ask my
father's blessing. It will be no easy matter for me to leave my
happiness, at the moment my most ardent wish is fulfilled--but S