When we reached the castle the Prince sent for me to his room, and told me, as he pressed my hand, that “his heart warmed at my sight.” In short, my return seems to have produced a carnival in the whole family.
You who know, that notwithstanding my late vitiated life, the simple pleasures of the heart were never dead to mine, may guess how highly gratifying to my feelings is this interest, which, independent of all adventitious circumstances of rank and fortune, I have awakened in the bosoms of these cordial, ingenuous beings.
The late insufferable reserve of Glorvina has given way to the most bewitching (I had almost said tender) softness of manner.
As I descended from paying my visit to the Prince, I found her and the priest in the hall.
“We are waiting for you,” said she—“there is no resisting the fineness of the evening.”
And as we left the door, she pointed towards the west and added—
“See—
“The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by yon ruddy brightness of the clouds,
Gives tokens of a goodly day to-morrow.”