“ ‘But, my Lord,’ interrupted Cydalisa with a downcast look, ‘in complimenting you on your choice, may one observe to you, that Marteza is not new, and that before you, she has reckoned lovers?’

“ ’What is that to me, madam?’ replied I. ‘If Marteza loves me sincerely, I look on myself as her first. But the hour of my appointment draws near, permit me.’

“ ‘One word more, my Lord. Is it really true that Marteza loves you?’

“ ‘I believe it.’

“ ‘And you love her?’ added Cydalisa.

“ ‘Madam,’ answered I, ‘ ’tis you that have thrown me into the arms of Marteza: I need say no more to you.’⁠—I was departing, but Cydalisa pull’d me by my Doliman, and turned back in a hurry.

“ ‘Does madam want to speak with me? Has she any commands for me?’