"
"It is strange; I dreamed that I heard it, too, but on waking I
thought it was but a dream. It might have been real," mused
Isabella, thoughtfully.
"I am sure of it, and though I, too, was but half awake, I thought
that I recognized the voice, and cannot say why I did not rise to
see if my surmise was correct, but I dropped quickly to sleep
again."
"And who did, you think it was, brother?" asked Isabella Gonzales.
"General Bezan, our new lieutenant-governor," said the boy,
regarding his sister closely.
"It must have been so, then," mused Isabella, to herself; "we could
not both have been thus mistaken. Lorenzo Bezan must have been on
the Plato last night; would that I could have seen him, if but for
one moment."
"I should like to speak to General Bezan," said Ruez; "but he's so
high an officer now that I suppose he would not feel so much
interest in me as he did when I used to visit him in the government
prison."
Isabella made no reply to this remark, but still mused to herself.
Ruez gazed thoughtfully upon his sister; there seemed to be much
going on in his own mind relative to the subject of which they had
spoken. At one moment you might read a tinge of anxious solicitude
in the boy's handsome face, as he gazed thus, and anon a look of
pride, too, at the surpassing beauty and dignity of his sister.
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