though she knew not why; her veil hid her features, and masked an expression, which, if seen by the Egyptian, would have at once damped and enraged him; in fact, he never was more displeasing to her—­the harmonious modulation of the most suasive voice that ever disguised unhallowed thought fell discordantly on her ear.  Her whole soul was still filled with the image of Glaucus; and the accent of tenderness from another only revolted and dismayed; yet she did not conceive that any passion more ardent than that platonism which Arbaces expressed lurked beneath his words.  She thought that he, in truth, spoke only of the affection and sympathy of the soul; but was it not precisely that affection and that sympathy which had made a part of those emotions she felt for Glaucus; and could any other footstep than his approach the haunted adytum of her heart?

Anxious at once to change the conversation, she replied, therefore, with a cold and indifferent voice, ’Whomsoever Arbaces honors with the sentiment of esteem, it is natural that his elevated wisdom should color that sentiment with its own hues; it is natural that his friendship should be purer than that of others, whose pursuits and errors he does not deign to share.  But tell me, Arbaces, hast thou seen my brother of late?  He has not visited me for several days; and when I last saw him his manner disturbed and alarmed me much.  I fear lest he was too precipitate in the severe choice that he has adopted, and that he repents an irrevocable step.’

‘Be cheered, Ione,’ replied the Egyptian.  ’It is true that, some little time since he was troubled and sad of spirit; those doubts beset him which were likely to haunt one of that fervent temperament, which ever ebbs and flows, and vibrates between excitement and exhaustion.  But he, Ione, he came to me his anxieties and his distress; he sought one who pitied me and loved him; I have calmed his mind—­I have removed his doubts—­I have taken him from the threshold of Wisdom into its temple; and before the majesty of the goddess his soul is hushed and soothed.  Fear not, he will repent no more; they who trust themselves to Arbaces never repent but for a moment.’

‘You rejoice me,’ answered Ione.  ’My dear brother! in his contentment I am happy.’

The conversation then turned upon lighter subjects; the Egyptian exerted himself to please, he condescended even to entertain; the vast variety of his knowledge enabled him to adorn and light up every subject on which he touched; and Ione, forgetting the displeasing effect of his former words, was carried away, despite her sadness, by the magic of his intellect.  Her manner became unrestrained and her language fluent; and Arbaces, who had waited his opportunity, now hastened to seize it.