perceiving his confusion, quitted him, and from that moment carefully avoided all occasions of being alone with him; and Candide, on his part, sought every opportunity of being alone with her, or else remained alone. He was buried in a melancholy that to him had charms; he was deeply enamored of Zenoida; but endeavored to conceal his passion from himself. His looks, however, too plainly evinced the feelings of his heart. "Alas!" would he often say to himself, "if Master Pangloss was here, he would give me good advice; for he was a great philosopher."
CONTINUATION OF THE LOVES OF CANDIDE.
THE only consolation that Candide felt was in conversing with Zenoida in the presence of their hosts. "How happens it," said he to her one day, "that the monarch to whom you have access has suffered such injustice to be done to your family? Assuredly you have sufficient reason to hate him?" "How!" said Zenoida, "who can hate their king? who can do otherwise than love that person to whose hand is consigned the keen-edged sword of the laws ? Kings are the living images of the Deity, and we ought never to arraign their conduct; obedience and respect is the duty of a subject." "I admire you more and more," said Candide; "indeed,