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"The procession is about to move," said the father; "go then,

prepared to make a sacrifice, to praise God, whatever may be the

issue of your search; and whatever that may be, return to me, and

we will praise him together."

Here they separated; the one to resume his painful duties, the

other to the little temple, which was close at hand.

CHAPTER XXXV.

Who would have told Renzo some moments before, that at the very

time of his greatest suspense and anxiety, his heart should be

divided between Lucy and Don Roderick? And nevertheless it was

so. The thought of him mingled itself with all the bright or

painful images which hope or fear called up as he proceeded. The

words the friar had uttered by that bed of pain, blended

themselves with the cruel uncertainty of his soul. He could not

utter a prayer, for the happy issue of his present undertaking,

without adding to it one for the miserable object of his former

resentment and revenge.