tally cast them upon me. A flight blush immediately suffused her lovely countenance, and she stooped to the ground, as if she wanted to pick up something. My horse began to prance, and the saddle not being yet fastened, Don Fernandos again calls out to me, while she startles and turns pale. She then advanced hastily towards the castle, and on her way thither, turned round once more to bless me as it were, with another view of her charming countenance.
Don Fernandos, who was equally struck with the appearance of the fair stranger, perceiving her turn round the last time, exclaimed with enthusiasm, "Good Heavens!"
It was impossible to speak more sentiment than my friend's exclamation and manner expressed. I was silent, and a thousand emotions of love and tender apprehension agitated my soul. Don Fernandos was aware of this change, and observing me for a minute with pensive astonishment, softly whispered, "Poor Carlos?" He knew the power of a rising passion; he knew, that I had too much
