The Revellers; The Midnight Sea and the Wanderer Three Allegories (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1850 Excerpt: ... "Only that the King would not come till morning." "Well, but the old man said he might come any time." "Well, well, don't lay the blame on me," said Camillo. "Let us down to the old man, and find out what we can do to make amends." "Oh no, no I wouldn't go out for worlds " cried Una, "to hear the sound. Oh dear, I wish the music would go on. I wonder where Adah is." Nothing could exceed the terror of the whole band of revellers; but they received the news in various ways, though it was plain all were terrified. I noticed Leila; her face was very pale, and the curl of her proud lip was still there, though her eye was very anxious, as she leaned on Roland for support. "I have done nothing to anger the King," said Leila, with an effort to speak with composure. "He made this place for our enjoyment; and though we were bid to be at our work when he came, who could tell the moment of his coming? It is unreasonable he should be angry at our enjoying what he has placed in our way. Why do you not speak, Roland?" said she, casting her haughty eye up to her companion's face. She plainly gained confidence from the confident tone she assumed. Roland's sparkling eye was quenched of much of its lustre, and his fresh beaming face looked pale under the lamp, which shed its ray over his head. "Indeed, Leila, I feel anxious; I would we had listened to the old man's word." "Well, then, let us go to him," said she, "he yet may give us advice how to act; it may not be too late even now." It was strange to see Leila's altered tone, how little charm the sound of the music had for her, and how little she cared for the dance. All was terror and confusion; the extinguished lamps lay scattered on the ground, leaving little but the light of the moon to shine on the faces of the revell...