"Oh, speak! Be frank in this happy hour."
"I was thinking," she said, her pretty head still averted, "how delightful it must be to be steered through the heaving flood of life by a faithful and beloved hand, to whose guidance one could implicitly trust."
"Oh, Camilla, even a barbarian may be trusted--"
"You are no barbarian! Whoever feels so tenderly, thinks so nobly, so generously controls himself, and rewards great ingratitude with kindness, is no barbarian! He is as noble a man as ever Scipio was."
The King ceased to row in his delight; the boat remained motionless.
"Camilla, am I dreaming? Did you say that? and to me V 9
"More still, Athalaric! I beseech you to forgive that I have repulsed you so cruelly. Ah! it was from shame and fear."
"Camilla, pearl of my soul----"
Camilla, who had her face turned towards the shore, suddenly cried out:
"What is that? They follow us. The court! the women! my mother!"