yonder."

"O yes, I am quite recovered now."

"It was a high leap for one of your age."

"It was indeed," said the boy, with a shudder at the remembrance.

"And, O, sir, I have not thanked you for that gallant deed," said
Isabella Gonzales, extending her hand incontinently to Captain
Bezan, in the enthusiasm of the moment, influenced by the sincerity
of her feelings, his noble and manly bearing, and the kind and
touching words he had uttered to Ruez.

It would be difficult for us to describe her as she appeared at that
moment in the soldier's eye. How lovely she seemed to him, when
dropping all reserve for the moment, not only her tongue, but her
eloquent eyes spoke from the tenderness of her woman's heart. A
sacred vision would have impressed him no more than did the
loveliness of her presence at that moment.

Bending instinctively at this demonstration of gentle courtesy on
her part, he pressed her hand most respectfully to his lips, and, as
if feeling that he had gone almost too far, with a gallant wave of
the hand he suddenly disappeared from whence he had so lately come,
over the seaward side of the parapet towards the army barracks.

Isabella gazed after him with a puzzled look for a while, then said
half to herself and in a pettish and vexed tone of voice: