BOOK THE FIRST
6. Chapter VI
Most cunningly had the Egyptian appealed to Ione's ruling foible--most
dexterously had he applied the poisoned dart to her pride. He fancied he
had arrested what he hoped, from the shortness of the time she had known
Glaucus, was, at most, but an incipient fancy; and hastening to change the
subject, he now led her to talk of her brother. Their conversation did not
last long. He left her, resolved not again to trust so much to absence, but
to visit--to watch her--every day.
No sooner had his shadow glided from her presence, than woman's pride--her
sex's dissimulation--deserted his intended victim, and the haughty Ione
burst into passionate tears.