“He seemeth a wizard!”
Still he took no notice, but went from group to group.
“Gentle love—thou hast not seen thy lover’s face so oft to-night that thou shouldst wear thy eyelids down; look up, and light my very soul!”
“In truth, dear husband, I have some mysterious fear, I know not why, and yet I tremble. A coming ill seemeth near.”
“Those who have felt the storm do tremble when the lightning flashes. But now our sky is all unclouded, love; our life as happy as our hearts are light. See how tranquil all about us seems; see, too, the guests are going, the twinkling lights die out each after each, and tell us that the morn is breaking. Dost thou still fear?”
“Who that has had nought but fears for what he hath—I fear, my love, I fear. For thee—for thee alone.”
A low winding blast upon a horn swept past their ears.
“Why dost thou tremble, love, my Ernani? Is the air cold? or have I frightened thee, perchance?”
Again the low destroying blast swept past them.