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would have fled, but was withheld by Philamir. Ah! my lord! said she, I thought you had already quitted the palace, and I returned to visit a place so dear to my heart.
Have you not received my note, then?
Your note, my lord!—O! no.
Philarnir was grieved to think he owed the happiness of seeing her again to chance alone. Every thing that gratitude or tenderness could inspire the prince uttered. Mirza wept, and discovered sentiments so heroic, and at the same time so passionate, that the prince fell enraptured on his knees, and could only express his admiration by his tears. The prince just at this moment hearing the leaves rustle, turned his head : but what was his surprise, or rather terror, when he beheld Zeolide!
The princess, motionless witt1 amazement, stood silent: the confused Philarnir durst not speak. At length, Mirza, addressing herself to the princess, related her whole story. You see, madam, added she, I have nothing to reproach myself with. I do not fear that even my rival should read my most secret thoughts;
