"
"This you never told me of before."
"I have had no opportunity, and to speak honestly, it was very well
timed and needed."
"Money!" mused Lorenzo Bezan. "Money, that is full of dross; but a
tear,--I would to Heaven I had earlier known of that."
"I hope I have caused you no uneasiness, general."
"Enough. Go on your mission to General Harero; save him, if you can;
you have already saved me! Nay, do not stare, but go, and see me
again at your leisure."
The surgeon bowed respectfully, and hastened away as he was
directed.
That tear had removed mountains from Lorenzo Bezan's heart; he
hardly knew what further to do under the circumstances. The earliest
impulse of his heart was to seek Isabella, and throwing himself at
her feet, beg her to forgive him for having for one moment doubted
the affection and gentleness of her woman heart. This was the
turning point with him if she had a heart, tender and susceptible,
and not coroded by coquetry; he had no fear but that he could win
it; his love was too true, too devoted, too much a part of his soul
and existence to admit of doubt. Joy once more reigned in his heart.
He was almost childish in his impatience to see her; he could hardly
wait even for an hour.
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