prayed against them, and fasted until my constitution was ruined, still would the thought haunt me, that he was the true husband—he whom I must see no more."
"And thus unquestionably has my dear Glentworth felt also since we left England."
"We must say no more; the marchese expects to find you singing to me—can you not sing, Margaret?"
She could a little, but not then. By an impatient gesture, Isabella was compelled to make an effort, finding her husband was in the anteroom. At that moment she considered him her fellow-sufferer; she could have wept over him, but it was difficult indeed to sing for him.
But Isabella had a strong mind as well as a kind heart, and she sung, successively, various songs, until the arrival of Parizzi, who found her looking almost as pale as his patient; and it was understood that she could not return that evening, her situation accounting for her indisposition.
After a day or two's absence, in which the patient had become much weaker, Di Morello, with all the warmth of his country, insisted on Isabella's return; on which he was told, that "her English husband was a stubborn man, and cared not for money, and would himself fetch her away, even from the presence of his holiness, if he thought she was injured by remaining in a sick room; for, although of rude manners, he loved his young wife tenderly."
"Let the barbarian come with her to the Palazzo,
