and he vowed this from his inmost Heart. But his disquietude constantly increased, and when the day of their marriage at last arrived, became almost quite overpowering. When, according to the old fashion of the Venetians, he went in the twilight before daybreak to the residence of his bride, he could not help believing, all the way, that Clara’s ghost was walking by his side. Indeed no loving couple were ever accompanied to the altar by such fearful omens as those which now took place. At the request of Camilla’s parents, I was there in attendance as a witness, and have never since forgotten the horrors of that morning.
“We were advancing in profound silence towards the church della Salute, but, already in the streets, Felippo whispered to me several times, that I should keep away that strange woman, as he feared that she had some design against his bride. ‘What strange woman?’ said I in astonishment. ‘Not so loud—for God’s sake be cautious,’ answered he; ‘you see, no doubt, how she is always endeavouring to force herself betwixt me and Camilla.’—‘Mere phantasies, my good friend,’ said I; ‘there is no one here but our own party.’—‘God grant that my eyes had deceived me!’
