ARBACES AND IONE. NYDIA GAINS THE GARDEN. WILL SHE ESCAPE AND SAVE THE ATHENIAN?  
WHEN Arbaces had warmed his by large of that spiced and perfumed wine so valued by the , he felt more than usually elated and of heart. There is a pride in , not less felt, perhaps, though its object be guilty. Our vain human nature hugs itself in the consciousness of superior craft and self-obtained success—afterwards comes the horrible reaction of .
 
But remorse was not a feeling which Arbaces was likely ever to experience for the fate of the base Calenus. He swept from his remembrance the thought of the priest's agonies and lingering death: he felt only that a great danger was passed, and a possible silenced; all left to him now would be to account to the priesthood for the of Calenus; and this he imagined it would not be difficult to do. Calenus had often been employed by him in various religious missions to the neighboring cities. On some such errand he could now assert that he had been sent, with offerings to the of Isis at Herculaneum and Neapolis, of the goddess for the recent murder of her priest Apaecides. When Calenus had expired, his body might be thrown, previous to the Egyptian's departure from Pompeii, into the deep stream of the Sarnus; and when discovered, suspicion would probably fall upon the Nazarene atheists, as an act of revenge for the death of Olinthus at the . After rapidly running over these plans for screening himself, Arbaces dismissed at once from his mind all recollection of the wretched priest; and, by the success which had lately crowned all his schemes, he surrendered his thoughts to Ione. The last time he had seen her, she had driven him from her presence by a reproachful and bitter scorn, which his nature was unable to endure. He now felt once more to renew that interview; for his passion for her was like similar feelings in other men—it made him restless for her presence, even though in that presence he was and . From to her grief he laid not aside his dark and unfestive robes, but, renewing the perfumes on his locks, and arranging his in its most becoming folds, he sought the of the Neapolitan. the slave in attendance without, he inquired if Ione had yet to rest; and learning that she was still up, and unusually quiet and composed, he ventured into her presence. He found his beautiful sitting before a small table, and leaning her face upon both her hands in the attitude of thought. Yet the expression of the face itself not its wonted bright and Psyche-like expression of sweet intelligence; the lips were apart—the eye vacant and unheeding—and the long dark hair, falling neglected and disheveled upon her neck, gave by the contrast additional paleness to a cheek which had already lost the roundness of its contour.
 
Arbaces gazed upon her a moment ere he advanced. She, too, lifted up her eyes; and when she saw who was the intruder, shut them with an expression of pain, but did not stir.
 
'Ah!' said Arbaces in a low and earnest tone as he respectfully, , , advanced and seated himself at a little distance from the table—'Ah! that my death could remove thy , then would I gladly die! Thou wrongest me, Ione; but I will bear the wrong without a , only let me see thee sometimes. , reproach, scorn me, if thou wilt—I will teach myself to bear it. And is not even thy bitterest tone sweeter to me than the music of the most artful ? In thy silence the world seems to stand still—a up the veins of the earth—there is no earth, no life, without the light of thy and the melody of thy voice.'
 
'Give me back my brother and my betrothed,' said Ione, in a calm and tone, and a few large tears rolled unheeded down her cheeks.
 
'Would that I could restore the one and save the other!' returned Arbaces, with apparent emotion. 'Yes; to make thee happy I would my ill-fated love, and gladly join thy hand to the Athenian's. Perhaps he will yet come unscathed from his trial (Arbaces had prevented her learning that the trial had already commenced); if so, thou art free to judge or him thyself. And think not, O Ione, that I would follow thee longer with a prayer of love. I know it is in vain. Suffer me only to weep—to mourn with thee. Forgive a violence deeply , and that shall offend no more. Let me be to thee only what I once was—a friend, a father, a Protector. Ah, Ione! spare me and forgive.'
 
'I forgive thee. Save but Glaucus, and I will renounce him. O Arbaces! thou art powerful in evil or in good: save the Athenian, and the poor Ione will never see him more.' As she , she rose with weak and trembling limbs, and falling at his feet, she clasped his knees: 'Oh! if thou really lovest me—if thou art human—remember my father's ashes, remember my childhood, think of all the hours we passed happily together, and save my Glaucus!'
 
Strange convulsions shook the frame of the Egyptian; his features worked fearfully—he turned his face aside, and said, in a hollow voice, 'If I could save him, even now, I would; but the Roman law is stern and sharp. Yet if I could succeed—if I could rescue and set him free—wouldst thou be mine—my bride?'
 
'Thine?' repeated Ione, rising: 'thine!—thy bride? My brother's blood is unavenged: who him? O , can I even sell, for the life of Glaucus, thy solemn trust? Arbaces—thine? Never.'
 
'Ione, Ione!' cried Arbaces, ; 'why these mysterious words?—why dost thou couple my name with the thought of thy brother's death?'
 
'My dreams couple it—and dreams are from the gods.'
 
'Vain fantasies all! Is it for a dream that thou wouldst wrong the innocent, and hazard thy sole chance of saving thy lover's life?'
 
'Hear me!' said Ione, speaking firmly, and with a deliberate and solemn voice: 'If Glaucus be saved by thee, I will never be borne to his home a bride. But I cannot master the horror of other : I cannot with thee. Interrupt me not; but mark me, Arbaces!—if Glaucus die, on that same day I baffle thine arts, and leave to thy love only my dust! Yes—thou mayst put the knife and the poison from my reach—thou mayst imprison—thou mayst chain me, but the brave soul resolved to escape is never without means. These hands, naked and unarmed though they be, shall tear away the bonds of life. them, and these lips shall firmly refuse the air. Thou art learned—thou hast read how women have died rather than meet . If Glaucus perish, I will not unworthily linger behind him. By all the gods of the heaven, and the ocean, and the earth, I devote myself to death! I have said!'
 
High, proud, in her , like one inspired, the air and voice of Ione struck an into the breast of her listener.
 
'Brave heart!' said he, after a short pause; 'thou art indeed to be mine. Oh! that I should have dreamt of such a partner in my lofty destinies, and never found it but in thee! Ione,' he continued rapidly, 'dost thou not see that we are born for each other? Canst thou not recognize something kindred to thine own energy—thine own courage—in this high and self-dependent soul? We were formed to unite our sympathies—formed to breathe a new spirit into this hackneyed and gross world—formed for the mighty ends which my soul, down the gloom of time, foresees with a prophet's vision. With a resolution equal to thine own, I defy thy threats of an inglorious suicide. I hail thee as my own! Queen of climes undarkened by the eagle's wing, unravaged by his , I bow before the............