of Dolabella, which that day were unusually crowded. Every shady
avenue was thronged with people of both sexes; every arbour was
occupied by persons most distinguished in Venice. In every corner
sighed lovesick couples, as they waited for the wished approach of
twilight; and on every side did strains of vocal and instrumental
music pour their harmony on the enchanted ear.

Abellino mingled with the crowd. A most respectable looking peruke
concealed the repulsive ugliness of his features; he imitated the
walk and manners of a gouty old man, and supported himself by a
crutch, as he walked slowly through the assembly. His habit, richly
embroidered, procured for him universally a good reception, and no
one scrupled to enter into conversation with him respecting the
weather, the commerce of the Republic, or the designs of its
enemies; and on none of these subjects was Abellino found incapable
of sustaining the discourse.

By these means he soon contrived to gain intelligence that Rosabella
was certainly in the gardens, how she was habited, and in what
quarter he was most likely to find her.

Thither he immediately bent his course; and hard at his heels
followed Matteo.

Alone, and in the most retired arbour, sat Rosabella of Corfu, the
fairest maid in Venice.

Abellino drew near the arbour; he tottered, as he passed its
entrance, like one oppressed with sudden faintness, and attracted
Rosabella's attention.