the prince, who was aiming at him. "Oh! you were in too great haste to
choose: the rifle is not loaded." The prince turned pale.

"Between our two families," Gabriel continued, "there exists a horrible
secret which my mother confided to me on the brink of the grave, of which
my father himself is unaware, and that no man in the world must learn.
You are different, you are going to die."

He dragged him into the space outside the house.

"Do you know why my sister, whom you wished to dishonour, was vowed to
the Madonna? Because your father, like you, wished to dishonour my
mother. In your accursed house there is a tradition of infamy. You do
not know what slow and terrible torments my poor mother endured-torments
that broke her strength and caused her to die in early youth, and that
her angelic soul dared confide to none but her son in that supreme hour
and in order to bid me watch over my sister."

The fisherman wiped away a burning tear. "One day, before we were born,
a fine lady, richly dressed, landed in our island from a splendid boat;
she asked to see my mother, who was as young and beautiful as my Nisida
is to-day. She could not cease from admiring her; she blamed the
blindness of fate which had buried this lovely jewel in the bosom of an
obscure island; she showered praises, caresses, and gifts upon my mother,
and after many indirect speeches, finally asked her parents for her, that
she might make her her lady-in-waiting. The poor people, foreseeing in
the protection of so great a lady a brilliant future for their daughter,
were weak enough to yield. That lady was your mother; and do you know
why she came thus to seek that poor innocent maiden? Because your mother
had a lover, and because she wished to make sure, in this infamous