text:  Entrancing is the blooming loveliness of an adored mistress; but her paleness her languor that is bewitching enchanting victorious! What heart of iron would not be melted by that tearful glance which without a reproach says so tenderly to you "I am happy but I have suffered by thee and for thy sake?" Tears dropped from Ammalat's eyes; but remembering at length that he was not alone he mastered himself and lifted up his head to speak; but his voice refused to pour itself in words and with difficulty he faltered out "We have not seen each other for a long time Seltanetta!" "And we were wellnigh parted for ever " murmured Seltanetta