Thus he grew Tolerant of what he half disdained. And she, Perceiving that she was but half disdained, Began to break her arts with graver fits— Turn red or pale, and often, when they met, Sigh deeply, or, all-silent, gaze upon him With such a fixed devotion, that the old man, Though doubtful, felt the flattery, and at times Would flatter his own wish, in age, for love, And half believe her true.
—Tennyson.
As soon as the subtle siren was left alone in the drawing-roomwith the aged clergyman she began weaving herspells around him as successfully as did the beautiful enchantressVivien around the sage Merlin.
Throwing her bewildering dark eyes up to his face shemurmured in hurried tones:
"You will not betray me to this family? Oh, consider! Iam