She loved him dearly, and grieved
that he was susceptible of being influenced by such a grovelling
consideration, and with a new cloud hovering over her brow, and its
shadow shutting out the gleam of hope that had so lately been
radiating it, she left him.
The reader may well imagine the state of mind in which Lorenzo Bezan
sought the privacy of his own apartment in the palace. To fall again
from such high hopes was almost more than he could bear, and he
walked his room with hurried and anxious steps. Once he sat down to
address a letter to Isabella, for he had not seen her since he left
Don Gonzales, and he did not know whether her father would inform
her of their conversation or not. But after one or two ineffectual
efforts, he cast the paper from him, in despair, and rising, walked
his room again. To an orderly who entered on business relating to
his regular duty, he spoke so brief and abruptly as to startle the
man, who understood him only in his better and calmer moods. Again
was his cup of bliss, dashed to the earth!
"I had some undefined fear of it," he said to himself. "I almost
felt there would be some fearful gulf intervene between Isabella and
myself, when I had again left her side.
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