saw Roderick to show by her coldness and indifference, when Edric was mentioned, how completely he had been deceived.
"Then Roderick left the tent of M. de Mallet, be returned to Edric, whom he found pale and feeble.
"You are the happiest fellow in existence, Edric!" said he: "I would willingly give all my glory, and even my demoniacal renown, that the Spaniards talk so much about, to be able to call up such blushes to the cheek of beauty as your name can raise. Oh! if you had seen Pauline. By Heaven! she is the loveliest creature I ever beheld in my life!"
As he spoke, Alexis, the Greek page, who had been crouching rather than sitting at the foot of Edric's couch, resting his head upon his hands, and looking absorbed in grief, uttered a faint cry, and rushed out of the tent.
"There is something very extraordinary about that boy," said Roderick, looking after him.
"There is, indeed," replied Edric, "and I have something that I wish to communicate
