composure；　that　he　had　done　nothing　against　the　rules；that　he
  was　very　sorry　that　one　man　could　not　win　without　another　man
  losing；　and　that　he　could　not　act　unfairly；　even　if　disposed　to
  do　so。　　The　Sicilian　took　the　stranger's　mildness　for
  apprehension；　and　blustered　more　loudly。　　In　fact；　he　rose　from
  the　table；　and　confronted　Zanoni　in　a　manner　that；　to　say　the
  least　of　it；　was　provoking　to　any　gentleman　who　has　some
  quickness　of　temper；　or　some　skill　with　the　small…sword。〃
  〃And；〃　interrupted　Belgioso；　〃the　most　singular　part　of　the　whole
  to　me　was；　that　this　Zanoni；　who　stood　opposite　to　where　I　sat；
  and　whose　face　I　distinctly　saw；　made　no　remark；　showed　no
  resentment。　　He　fixed　his　eyes　steadfastly　on　the　Sicilian；　never
  shall　I　forget　that　look！　it　is　impossible　to　describe　it；it
  froze　the　blood　in　my　veins。　　The　Sicilian　staggered　back　as　if
  struck。　　I　saw　him　tremble；　he　sank　on　the　bench。　　And　then〃
  〃Yes；　then；〃　said　Cetoxa；　〃to　my　infinite　surprise；　our
  gentleman；　thus　disarmed　by　a　look　from　Zanoni；　turned　his　whole
  anger　upon　me；　THE　　but　perhaps　you　do　not　know；　gentlemen；
  that　I　have　some　repute　with　my　weapon？〃
  〃The　best　swordsman　in　Italy；〃　said　Belgioso。
  〃Before　I　could　guess　why　or　wherefore；〃　resumed　Cetoxa；　〃I　found
  myself　in　the　garden　behind　the　house；　with　Ughelli　（that　was　the
  Sicilian's　name）　facing　me；　and　five　or　six　gentlemen；　the
  witnesses　of　the　duel　about　to　take　place；　around。　　Zanoni
  beckoned　me　aside。　　'This　man　will　fall；'　said　he。　　'When　he　is
  on　the　ground；　go　to　him；　and　ask　whether　he　will　be　buried　by
  the　side　of　his　father　in　the　church　of　San　Gennaro？'　　'Do　you
  then　know　his　family？'　I　asked　with　great　surprise。　　Zanoni　made
  me　no　answer；　and　the　next　moment　I　was　engaged　with　the
  Sicilian。　　To　do　him　justice；　his　imbrogliato　was　magnificent；
  and　a　swifter　lounger　never　crossed　a　sword；　nevertheless；〃　added
  Cetoxa；　with　a　pleasing　modesty；　〃he　was　run　through　the　body。　　I
  went　up　to　him；　he　could　scarcely　speak。　　'Have　you　any　request
  to　make；any　affairs　to　settle？'　　He　shook　his　head。　　'Where
  would　you　wish　to　be　interred？'　　He　pointed　towards　the　Sicilian
  coast。　　'What！'　said　I；　in　surprise；　'NOT　by　the　side　of　your
  father；　in　the　church　of　San　Gennaro？'　　As　I　spoke；　his　face
  altered　terribly；　he　uttered　a　piercing　shriek；the　blood　gushed
  from　his　mouth；　and　he　fell　dead。　　The　most　strange　part　of　the
  story　is　to　come。　　We　buried　him　in　the　church　of　San　Gennaro。
  In　doing　so；　we　took　up　his　father's　coffin；　the　lid　came　off　in
  moving　it；　and　the　skeleton　was　visible。　　In　the　hollow　of　the
  skull　we　found　a　very　slender　wire　of　sharp　steel；　this　caused
  surprise　and　inquiry。　　The　father；　who　was　rich　and　a　miser；　had
  died　suddenly；　and　been　buried　in　haste；　owing；　it　was　said；　to
  the　heat　of　the　weather。　　Suspicion　once　awakened；　the
  examination　became　minute。　　The　old　man's　servant　was　questioned；
  and　at　last　confessed　that　the　son　had　murdered　the　sire。　　The
  contrivance　was　ingenious：　　the　wire　was　so　slender　that　it
  pierced　to　the　brain；　and　drew　but　one　drop　of　blood；　which　the
  grey　hairs　concealed。　　The　accomplice　will　be　executed。〃
  〃And　Zanoni；did　he　give　evidence；　did　he　account　for〃
  〃No；〃　interrupted　the　count：　　〃he　declared　that　he　had　by
  accident　visited　the　church　that　morning；　that　he　had　observed
  the　tombstone　of　the　Count　Ughelli；　that　his　guide　had　told　him
  the　count's　son　was　in　Naples；a　spendthrift　and　a　gambler。
  While　we　were　at　play；　he　had　heard　the　count　mentioned　by　name
  at　the　table；　and　when　the　challenge　was　given　and　accepted；　it
  had　occurred　to　him　to　name　the　place　of　burial；　by　an　instinct
  which　he　either　could　not　or　would　not　account　for。〃
  〃A　very　lame　story；〃　said　Mervale。
  〃Yes！　but　we　Italians　are　superstitious；the　alleged　instinct
  was　regarded　by　many　as　the　whisper　of　Providence。　　The　next　day
  the　stranger　became　an　object　of　universal　interest　and
  curiosity。　　His　wealth；　his　manner　of　living；　his　extraordinary
  personal　beauty；　have　assisted　also　to　make　him　the　rage；
  besides；　I　have　had　the　pleasure　in　introducing　so　eminent　a
  person　to　our　gayest　cavaliers　and　our　fairest　ladies。〃
  〃A　most　interesting　narrative；〃　said　Mervale；　rising。　　〃Come；
  Glyndon；　shall　we　seek　our　hotel？　　It　is　almost　daylight。　　Adieu；
  signor！〃
  〃What　think　you　of　this　story？〃　said　Glyndon；　as　the　young　men
  walked　homeward。
  〃Why；　it　is　very　clear　that　this　Zanoni　is　some　imposter；some
  clever　rogue；　and　the　Neapolitan　shares　the　booty；　and　puffs　him
  off　with　all　the　hackneyed　charlatanism　of　the　marvellous。　　An
  unknown　adventurer　gets　into　society　by　being　made　an　object　of
  awe　and　curiosity；　he　is　more　than　ordinarily　handsome；　and　the
  women　are　quite　content　to　receive　him　without　any　other
  recommendation　than　his　own　face　and　Cetoxa's　fables。〃
  〃I　cannot　agree　with　you。　　Cetoxa；　though　a　gambler　and　a　rake；
  is　a　nobleman　of　birth　and　high　repute　for　courage　and　honour。
  Besides；　this　stranger；　with　his　noble　presence　and　lofty　air；
  so　calm；　so　unobtrusive；has　nothing　in　common　with　the　forward
  garrulity　of　an　imposter。〃
  〃My　dear　Glyndon；　pardon　me；　but　you　have　not　yet　acquired　any
  knowledge　of　the　world！　　The　stranger　makes　the　best　of　a　fine
  person；　and　his　grand　air　is　but　a　trick　of　the　trade。　　But　to
  change　the　subject；how　advances　the　love　affair？〃
  〃Oh；　Viola　could　not　see　me　to…day。〃
  〃You　must　not　marry　her。　　What　would　they　all　say　at　home？〃
  〃Let　us　enjoy　the　present；〃　said　Glyndon；　with　vivacity；　〃we　are
  young；　rich；　good…looking；　let　us　not　think　of　to…morrow。〃
  〃Bravo；　Glyndon！　　Here　we　are　at　the　hotel。　　Sleep　sound；　and
  don't　dream　of　Signor　Zanoni。〃
  CHAPTER　2。II。
  Prende；　giovine　audace　e　impaziente；
  L'occasione　offerta　avidamente。
  〃Ger。　Lib。；〃　c。　vi。　xxix。
  （Take；　youth；　bold　and　impatient；　the　offered　occasion　eagerly。）
  Clarence　Glyndon　was　a　young　man　of　fortune；　not　large；　but　easy
  and　independent。　　His　parents　were　dead；　and　his　nearest　relation
  was　an　only　sister；　left　in　England　under　the　care　of　her　aunt；
  and　many　years　younger　than　himself。　　Early　in　life　he　had
  evinced　considerable　promise　in　the　art　of　painting；　and　rather
  from　enthusiasm　than　any　pecuniary　necessity　for　a　profession；　he
  determined　to　devote　himself　to　a　career　in　which　the　English
  artist　generally　commences　with　rapture　and　historical
  composition；　to　conclude　with　avaricious　calculation　and
  portraits　of　Alderman　Simpkins。　　Glyndon　was　supposed　by　his
  friends　to　possess　no　inconsiderable　genius；　but　it　was　of　a　rash
  and　presumptuous　order。　　He　was　averse　from　continuous　and　steady
  labour；　and　his　ambition　rather　sought　to　gather　the　fruit　than
  to　plant　the　tree。　　In　common　with　many　artists　in　their　youth；
  he　was　fond　of　pleasure　and　excitement；　yielding　with　little
  forethought　to　whatever　impressed　his　fancy　or　appealed　to　his
  passions。　　He　had　travelled　through　the　more　celebrated　cities　of
  Europe；　with　the　avowed　purpose　and　sincere　resolution　of
  studying　the　divine　masterpieces　of　his　art。　　But　in　each；
  pleasure　had　too　often　allured　him　from　ambition；　and　living
  beauty　distracted　his　worship　from　the　senseless　canvas。　　Brave；
  adventurous；　vain；　restless；　inquisitive；　he　was　ever　involved　in
  wild　projects　and　pleasant　dangers；the　creature　of　impulse　and
  the　slave　of　imagination。
  It　was　then　the　period　when　a　feverish　spirit　of　change　was
  working　its　way　to　that　hideous　mockery　of　human　aspirations；　the
  Revolution　of　France；　and　from　the　chaos　into　which　were　already
  jarring　the　sanctities　of　the　World's　Venerable　Belief；　arose
  many　shapeless　and　unformed　chimeras。　　Need　I　remind　the　reader
  that；　while　that　was　the　day　for　polished　scepticism　and　affected
  wisdom；　it　was　the　day　also　for　the　most　egregious　credulity　and
  the　most　mystical　superstitions；the　day　in　which　magnetism　and
  magic　found　converts　amongst　the　disciples　of　Diderot；　when
  prophecies　were　current　in　every　mouth；　when　the　salon　of　a
  philosophical　deist　was　converted　into　an　Heraclea；　in　which
  necromancy　professed　to　conjure　up　the　shadows　of　the　dead；　when
  the　Crosier　and　the　Book　were　ridiculed；　and　Mesmer　and
  Cagliostro　were　believed。　　In　that　Heliacal　Rising；　heralding　the
  new　sun　before　which　all　vapours　were　to　vanish；　stalked　from
  their　graves　in　the　feudal　ages　all　the　phantoms　that　had　flitted
  before　the　eyes　of　Paracelsus　and　Agrippa。　　Dazzled　by　the　dawn
  of　the　Revolution；　Glyndon　was　yet　more　attracted　by　its　strange
  accompaniments；　and　natural　it　was　with　him；　as　with　others；　that
  the　fancy　which　ran　riot　amidst　the　hopes　of　a　social　Utopia；
  should　grasp　with　avidity　all　that　promised；　out　of　the　dusty
  tracks　of　the　beaten　science；　the　bold　discoveries　of　some
  marvellous　Elysium。
  In　his　travels　he　had　listened　with　vivid　interest；　at　least；　if
  not　with　implicit　belief；　to　the　wonders　told　o