The meeting between them was such as the reader
might anticipate. The officer told the boy many of his adventures,
asked a thousand questions of his home, about his kind old father,
Isabella, the hound, and all. While Ruez could find no words to
express the delight he felt that the same friend existed in General
Bezan, that he had loved and cherished as the captain of infantry.
"How strange the fortune that has brought you back again, and so
high, too, in office. I'm sure we are all delighted. Father says you
richly deserve all the honor you enjoy, and he does not very often
compliment any one," said the boy.
The twilight had scarcely faded into the deeper shades of night, on
the following evening, when Lorenzo Bezan once more hastened towards
the Plato, to greet her whom he loved so tenderly and so truly-she
who had been the star of his destiny for years, who had been his
sole incentive to duty, his sole prompter in the desire for fame and
fortune.
In the meantime there was a scene enacting on the Plato that should
be known to the reader. Near the door of the house of Don Gonzales,
stood Isabella and Ruez, and before them a young person, whose dress
and appearance betokened the occupation of a page, though his
garments were soiled and somewhat torn in places.
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