(Signed) "Louis Victor, Duc de R."

In the above memorial, the reader will find the most exact and minute
account yet given of an event which created the most lively sensation at
Naples in that day.

Glyndon had taken no part in the affray, neither had he participated
largely in the excesses of the revel. For his exemption from both he was
perhaps indebted to the whispered exhortations of Zanoni. When the last
rose from the corpse, and withdrew from that scene of confusion, Glyndon
remarked that in passing the crowd he touched Mascari on the shoulder,
and said something which the Englishman did not overhear. Glyndon
followed Zanoni into the banquet-room, which, save where the moonlight
slept on the marble floor, was wrapped in the sad and gloomy shadows of
the advancing night.

"How could you foretell this fearful event? He fell not by your arm!"
said Glyndon, in a tremulous and hollow tone.

"The general who calculates on the victory does not fight in person,"
answered Zanoni; "let the past sleep with the dead. Meet me at midnight
by the sea-shore, half a mile to the left of your hotel. You will know
the spot by a rude pillar--the only one near--to which a broken chain
is attached. There and then, if thou wouldst learn our lore, thou shalt
find the master. Go; I have business here yet. Remember, Viola is still
in the house of the dead man!"

Here Mascari approached, and Zanoni, turning to the Italian, and waving
his hand to Glyndon, drew the former aside. Glyndon slowly departed.