In a centre box of the first tier sits Senorita Isabella Gonzales,
with her father, brother, General Harero, and a party of friends.
All eyes are turned towards the peerless beauty-those of the ladies
with envy at her extraordinary charms of person, and those of the
young cavaliers and gentlemen with undisguised admiration at the
picture of loveliness which met their eyes. Isabella herself sat
with an easy and graceful air of unconsciousness, bowing low to the
meaningless compliments and remarks of General Harero, and now
smiling at some pleasantry of Ruez who was close to her side, and
now again regarding for a moment the tall, manly figure of an
officer near the proscenium box, who was on duty there, and
evidently the officer of the evening. This may sound odd to a
republican, but no assembly, no matter how unimportant, is
permitted, except under the immediate eye and supervision of the
military.
"There is Captain Bezan," said Ruez, with undisguised pleasure,
pointing towards the proscenium box where the young officer stood.
"Yes, I see him, Ruez," replied Isabella, "and it is the first time
he has been out on duty, I think, since his dangerous and protracted
illness.
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