Her
scheme had succeeded infinitely well, nor would she have betrayed
herself to even the surgeon's observant eye, had it not been for
that single tear!
"What angel was that?" whispered the sick man, to his attendant, who
now approached his bedside to administer some cooling draught to his
parched lips.
"You have been dreaming, my dear fellow," said the discreet surgeon,
cautiously, "and are already much better; keep as quiet as possible,
and we will soon have you out again. Here, captain, drink of this
fruit water, it will refresh you."
Too weak to argue or even to talk at all, the sick man drank as he
was desired, and half closed his eyes again, as if he thought by
thus doing he might once more bring back the sweet vision which had
just gladdened his feeble senses.
Like a true-hearted fellow as he was, the surgeon resolved not to
reveal the lady's secret to any one-not even to his patient; for he
saw that this was her earnest desire, and she had confided in part
to him her errand there. But those who saw the surgeon in the after
part of that day, marked that he bore a depressed and thoughtful
countenance.
Isabella Gonzales had filled his vision, and very nearly his heart,
also, by her exquisite loveliness and beauty!
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