youth and beauty -- and courts have lawless and ruffian suitors. I give thee no caution; it were beneath thee and me. But I leave thee the power of death.' And with that, Nina -- -- "
"Thy hands tremblingly placed in mine this dagger. I live -- need I say more?"
"My noble and beloved Nina, it is enough. Keep the dagger yet."
"Yes; till we meet in the Capitol of Rome!"
A slight tap was heard at the door; Nina regained, in an instant, her disguise.
"It is on the stroke of midnight," said the gaoler, appearing at the threshold.
"I come," said Nina.
"And thou hast to prepare thy thoughts," she whispered to Rienzi: "arm all thy glorious intellect. Alas! is it again we part? How my heart sinks!"
The presence of the gaoler at the threshold broke the bitterness of parting by abridging it. The false page pressed her lips on the prisoner's hand and left the cell.
The gaoler, lingering behind for a moment, placed a parchment on the table. It was the summons from the court appointed for the trial of the Tribune.
THE SCENT DOES NOT LIE. -- THE PRIEST AND THE SOLDIER
On descending the stairs, Nina was met by Alvarez.
"Fair page," said the Spaniard, gaily, -- "thy name, thou tellest me, is Villani? -- Angelo Villani -- why I