1 As night came on, Agatha and the Arabian retired early.
2 When she had finished, she gave the guitar to Agatha, who at first declined it.
3 At that instant the cottage door was opened, and Felix, Safie, and Agatha entered.
4 The plot of Felix was quickly discovered, and De Lacey and Agatha were thrown into prison.
5 The gentle words of Agatha and the animated smiles of the charming Arabian were not for me.
6 His son was bred in the service of his country, and Agatha had ranked with ladies of the highest distinction.
7 Felix and Agatha spent more time in amusement and conversation, and were assisted in their labours by servants.
8 Agatha asked a question, to which the stranger only replied by pronouncing, in a sweet accent, the name of Felix.
9 At other times he worked in the garden, but as there was little to do in the frosty season, he read to the old man and Agatha.
10 When I slept or was absent, the forms of the venerable blind father, the gentle Agatha, and the excellent Felix flitted before me.
11 I have copies of these letters, for I found means, during my residence in the hovel, to procure the implements of writing; and the letters were often in the hands of Felix or Agatha.
12 Agatha, the ever-gentle Agatha, kissed the hands of the lovely stranger, and pointing to her brother, made signs which appeared to me to mean that he had been sorrowful until she came.
13 My thoughts now became more active, and I longed to discover the motives and feelings of these lovely creatures; I was inquisitive to know why Felix appeared so miserable and Agatha so sad.
14 When I thought of my friends, of the mild voice of De Lacey, the gentle eyes of Agatha, and the exquisite beauty of the Arabian, these thoughts vanished and a gush of tears somewhat soothed me.
15 The old man appeared enraptured and said some words which Agatha endeavoured to explain to Safie, and by which he appeared to wish to express that she bestowed on him the greatest delight by her music.
16 Agatha listened with respect, her eyes sometimes filled with tears, which she endeavoured to wipe away unperceived; but I generally found that her countenance and tone were more cheerful after having listened to the exhortations of her father.
17 One day, when the sun shone on the red leaves that strewed the ground and diffused cheerfulness, although it denied warmth, Safie, Agatha, and Felix departed on a long country walk, and the old man, at his own desire, was left alone in the cottage.
18 The next morning Felix went out to his work, and after the usual occupations of Agatha were finished, the Arabian sat at the feet of the old man, and taking his guitar, played some airs so entrancingly beautiful that they at once drew tears of sorrow and delight from my eyes.
19 He quickly arranged with the Turk that if the latter should find a favourable opportunity for escape before Felix could return to Italy, Safie should remain as a boarder at a convent at Leghorn; and then, quitting the lovely Arabian, he hastened to Paris and delivered himself up to the vengeance of the law, hoping to free De Lacey and Agatha by this proceeding.