“You made her the promise to give her the water of beauty which Venus gave to Phaon to be revenged on Sappho.”
“That is so; go on.”
“She makes up her mind to a step, for she rings a bell. A woman comes—it is like her—— ”
“Her sister, Chon?”
“Her sister. She wants the horses put to the carriage! in two hours she will be here.”
Balsamo dropped on his knees.
“Oh heaven, if she should be here in that time, I shall have no more to beg of you for you will have had pity on my happiness.”
“Poor dear,” said she, “why do you fear? Love which completes the physical existence, enlarges the moral one. Like all good passions, love emanates from heaven whence cometh all light.”
“Lorenza, you make me wild with joy.”
Still he waited for this last test; the arrival of Lady Dubarry.