Leonella.

The latter sentences were written in red ink, to express the blushes of
her cheek, while She committed an outrage upon her virgin modesty.

Lorenzo had no sooner perused this note than He set out in search of
Don Christoval. Not being able to find him in the course of the day,
He proceeded to Donna Elvira's alone, to Leonella's infinite
disappointment. The Domestic by whom He sent up his name, having
already declared his Lady to be at home, She had no excuse for refusing
his visit: Yet She consented to receive it with much reluctance. That
reluctance was increased by the changes which his approach produced in
Antonia's countenance; nor was it by any means abated when the Youth
himself appeared. The symmetry of his person, animation of his
features, and natural elegance of his manners and address, convinced
Elvira that such a Guest must be dangerous for her Daughter. She
resolved to treat him with distant politeness, to decline his services
with gratitude for the tender of them, and to make him feel, without
offence, that his future visits would be far from acceptable.

On his entrance He found Elvira, who was indisposed, reclining upon a
Sopha: Antonia sat by her embroidery frame, and Leonella, in a
pastoral dress, held 'Montemayor's Diana.' In spite of her being the
Mother of Antonia, Lorenzo could not help expecting to find in Elvira
Leonella's true Sister, and the Daughter of 'as honest a painstaking
Shoe-maker, as any in Cordova.' A single glance was sufficient to
undeceive him. He beheld a Woman whose features, though impaired by
time and sorrow, still bore the marks of distinguished beauty: A
serious dignity reigned upon her countenance, but was tempered by a
grace and sweetness which rendered her truly enchanting. Lorenzo
fancied that She must have resembled her Daughter in her youth, and
readily excused the imprudence of the late Conde de las Cisternas. She
desired him to be seated, and immediately resumed her place upon the
Sopha.

Antonia received him with a simple reverence, and continued her work:
Her cheeks were suffused with crimson, and She strove to conceal her
emotion by leaning over her embroidery frame. Her Aunt also chose to
play off her airs of modesty; She affected to blush and tremble, and
waited with her eyes cast down to receive, as She expected, the
compliments of Don Christoval. Finding after some time that no sign of
his approach was given, She ventured to l