could have cried with vexation at receiving his
kindness so ungraciously. What must he think of me?

"While I was blaming myself and wondering how I could redeem this
seeming coolness, Mrs. Eaton called James Harrington into the room from
which our balcony opened, where she held an animated conversation with
him. Lucy remained behind. I noticed that she leaned over the railing
and seemed anxious about some one who had evidently been swept off with
the crowd, which was then gathering back to the square. Directly I saw
her face brighten, and looking downward for the cause saw the young man
whom we had met on the steamboat, leaning against a lamp post and
looking up to our balcony in an easy, familiar way, that annoyed me.
Still I could not withhold some admiration from the man. He certainly
was a splendid creature, formed in the perfection of manly strength,
and quite handsome enough to turn the head of a vain girl like Lucy.

"I watched the movements of these two persons listlessly, for the
faintness had not quite left me, and they seemed to me like creatures in
a dream. I saw Lucy take a note from her bosom and tie it to a spray of
orange blossoms which she had been wearing there. This she held a moment
carefully in her hands, then leaning over the railing dropped it.

"Had her mother called James Harrington away, that Lucy might be left
unwatched, to give this signal to her strange admirer? All this seemed
like it. How innocent she looked when James came back to the balcony! No
sunshine ever touched a red rose more sweetly than the smile settled on
her lips when he came and bent over her chair."

CHAPTER XLVI.

WHERE WE SAW THE DUKE.

"The Holy Week is over, carriages once more appear in the streets. The
world claims its own again. I have been to a bull fight and am even now
shivering with disgust of myself. Still, it was a magnificent
spectacle--that grand amphitheatre of beautiful faces, the hilarity and
gay confusion, the open homage, the child-like enjoyment. Until these
wild, brave animals came bounding into the arena, there was nothing in
the scene which any out-door amusement might not exhibit. Indeed, the
gathering of an assembly in Spain is full of spirited life. If a woman
is beautiful, a hundred voices tell her so as she presents herself to
the general gaze. When our party entered the amphitheatre, a general
murmur of admiring comments hailed us. Beautiful--superb--fair as a
lily--bright as an