mont’s letter, and relating the conversation which had passed between himself and his commanding officer.
Conrad’s face brightened perceptibly. “Who knows but what a woman’s wit will unravel the mystery. Let us wait upon this lady this evening.”
About eight o’clock they started on their errand. The streets were in semi-darkness, for the great gloomy houses were but dimly lighted, in order not to attract attention. A Spanish patrol was the only sign of life in the deserted streets. They succeeded in avoiding this officer of the law, and ascended the steps of an elegant mansion.
The butler informed them that Doña de Cisneros was within and at leisure. They gave the servant their names, and were ushered into the reception room to await her appearance.
A rustle of draperies announced her coming, and directly the lady was in the room. Certainly General Berlaymont had not exaggerated when he pronounced her beauty unusual, even in a land famous for its beautiful women. She was in the flower of youth, and certainly no artist could do justice to the creamy softness of her skin, the dark lustre of her hair, and the elusive depths of her black eyes. Altogether she was a brilliant and charming Spanish lady.
Both gentlemen arose and saluted her,
