“None to me; but to Glyndon?”
“Danger from me! Ah, perhaps you are right.”
“Go on, my dear Mervale,” said Glyndon; “I will join you before you reach the hotel.”
Mervale nodded, whistled, and pushed his horse into a kind of amble.
“Now your answer,—quick?”
“I have decided. The love of Viola has vanished from my heart. The pursuit is over.”
“You have decided?”
“I have; and now my reward.”
“Thy reward! Well; ere this hour to-morrow it shall await thee.”
Zanoni gave the rein to his horse; it sprang forward with a bound: the sparks flew from its hoofs, and horse and rider disappeared amidst the shadows of the street whence they had emerged.