furtive glance of approbation on my youthful form and handsome dress. My vanity was tickled. I spoke French to her: she understood it imperfectly, and pretended to know still less of it, from the hatred borne by all the Spaniards at that time to the French nation.
We improved our time, however, which was but short; and, before we parted, perfectly understood each other. I thought I could be contented to give up every thing, and reside with her in the wilds of Spain.
The time of our departure came, and I was torn away from my Rosaritta, not without the suspicions of my captaim and shipmates that I had been a too highly favoured youth. This was not true. I loved the dear angel, but never had wronged her; and I went to sea in a mood which I sometimes thought might end in an act of desperation: but salt water is an admirable specific against love, at least against such love as that was.
We joined the admiral off Toulon, and were
