sonal beauty, have assisted also to make him the rage; besides, I have had 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 impostor — 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 impostor."
"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."
