ance afforded a charming illustration of what the Spaniards express so pointedly by their term "donayre."
Millaflores had only declared the truth when he had said that Sarah had nothing Jewish about her but her name; she was undeniably a type of the señoras whose beauty has commanded such universal homage.
The old duenna was a Jewess, with avarice and cupidity stamped indelibly upon her features; she was a devoted servant to Samuel, who knew what she was worth, and remunerated her accordingly.
Just at the moment that they entered the suburb of San Lazaro, a man, dressed as a monk, with his cowl over his head, passed them with a keen and scrutinizing look of inquiry. He was very tall, and had one of those commanding figures which seem at once to indicate repose and benevolence. It was Farther Joachim di Camarones. As he passed the girl he gave her a kindly smile of recognition; she glanced hastily at her companion, and merely acknowledge his greeting by a gentle movement of her hand.
"Has it come to this?" said the old woman, in a tone of annoyance, "isn't it enough to be insulted by these Christian dogs, and here you must be bowing and smiling to one of their priests! I suppose some day we shall see you take up a rosary, and go off to their fine services in church."
The girl colored as she replied, "You are indulging in strange conjectures."
"Strange! not more strange, I think, than your behavior. What would my master say if he knew all that has passed this evening?"
"It's no fault of mine, I should suppose," rejoined the girl, "if a brutal muleteer insults me in the street."
"I know very well what I mean," grumbled the old woman; " I wasn't alluding to any muleteer."
"Then," inquired Sarah, "do you blame that young Indian for taking my part against the crowd?"
"Ah! ah! but it isn't the first time the young fellow has crossed your path."
Fortunately for her, the maiden's face was covered by her mantilla, otherwise the evening shades would not have been deep enough to conceal the girl's flush of excitement from the inquisitive eye of the old domestic.
"But never mind the Indian now," continued the old
