Sherosegently，andpouredtheperfumefromthegiftofJuliauponthemarblefloor——sherinseditseveraltimescarefullywiththewaterthatwasbesideher，andtheneasilyfindingthebedofJulia（fornighttoherwasasday），shepressedhertremblinghandunderthepillowandseizedthepotion。Juliastirrednot，herbreathregularlyfannedtheburningcheekoftheblindgirl。Nydia，then，openingthephial，poureditscontentsintothebottle，whicheasilycontainedthem；andthenrefillingtheformerreservoirofthepotionwiththatlimpidwaterwhichJuliahadassuredheritsoresembled，sheoncemoreplacedthephialinitsformerplace。Shethenstoleagaintohercouch，andwaited——withwhatthoughts！——thedawningday。
Thesunhadrisen——Juliasleptstill——Nydianoiselesslydressedherself，placedhertreasurecarefullyinhervest，tookupherstaff，andhastenedtoquitthehouse。
Theporter，Medon，salutedherkindlyasshedescendedthestepsthatledtothestreet：sheheardhimnot；hermindwasconfusedandlostinthewhirloftumultuousthoughts，eachthoughtapassion。Shefeltthepuremorningairuponhercheek，butitcoolednotherscorchingveins。
’Glaucus，’shemurmured，’allthelove—charmsofthewildestmagiccouldnotmaketheelovemeasIlovethee。Ione！——ah；awayhesitation！awayremorse！
Glaucus，myfateisinthysmile；andthine！hope！Ojoy！Otransport，thyfateisinthesehands！’