was vacant. The mysterious stranger had vanished like a dream; but a
thin and fragrant mist undulated, in pale volumes, round the walls of
the chamber. "Look to my lord," cried Mascari. The prince had fallen to
the floor insensible. For many hours he seemed in a kind of trance. When
he recovered, he dismissed his attendants, and his step was heard in his
chamber, pacing to and fro, with heavy and disordered strides. Not till
an hour before his banquet the next day did he seem restored to his
wonted self.



CHAPTER 3.XV.

Oime! come poss' io
Altri trovar, se me trovar non posso.
"Amint.," At. i. Sc. ii.

(Alas! how can I find another when I cannot find myself?)

The sleep of Glyndon, the night after his last interview with Zanoni,
was unusually profound; and the sun streamed full upon his eyes as he
opened them to the day. He rose refreshed, and with a strange sentiment
of calmness that seemed more the result of resolution than exhaustion.
The incidents and emotions of the past night had settled into distinct
and clear impressions. He thought of them but slightly,--he thought
rather of the future. He was as one of the initiated in the old Egyptian
mysteries who have crossed the gate only to long more ardently for the
penetralia.

He dressed himself, and was relieved to find that Mervale had joined a