eyes stedfastly on her plate, and appeared quite pale and ruffled.
At last she thus began, "It seems, you have made a very good dinner, Don Carlos?
"Very natural I should." Here I beckoned the servants to retire. "You know I have not slept all night, and passed all the morning in the garden to conquer my fatigue; but you seem indeed to have lost your appetite. Why, you look quite pale, Madam? I hope last night has not hurt you?"
"To all appearances, very much Don Carlos."
"What, is it possible! But that is the way of the world. We can taste no pleasure without some bitterness in it."
Adela was dumb, and seemed quite surprised at my good humor and loquacity.
"Astonishing," resumed I, "are the changes incident to human life. Last night nobody was more pleased with herself and every stranger, nor more sprightly and eager than the same Marchioness de Grandez, who now fits before me mute, pensive, pale—and
