“There is no danger,” returned Zicci, with a slight expression of disdain in his voice.
“None to me, but to Glyndon?”
“Danger from me? Ah! perhaps you are right.”
“Go on, my dear Merton,” said Glyndon. “I will join you before you reach the hotel.”
Merton nodded, whistled, and pushed his horse into a kind of amble.
“Now your answer,—quick.”
“I have decided: the love of Isabel has vanished from my heart. The pursuit is over.”
“You have decided?”
“I have.”
“Adieu! join your friend.”