’Turning to Pepito, with a smile, she inquired gayly, ’Well, Senor, how do you like my change of costume?’

’The Mexican replied merely by putting his hand on his heart, and bowing almost reverentially.

’Having given Mr. Livermore an affectionate embrace, she exclaimed, in a firm, determined voice:  ‘Let us be off:  time is precious.’

’It had been arranged that I should accompany them until they were out of the city.  I therefore left Mr. Livermore alone, and followed the two travelers.  On reaching the street, Adele took the Mexican’s arm; but as they turned the corner of one of the streets running into the Cathedral Square, I noticed that she raised her hood and lowered the veil attached to it.  Surprised at this apparently uncalled-for act of caution, I inquired the reason.

‘’Do you not see Mr. Percival?’ she exclaimed, in Spanish.

’’Who is he?  Is that the man you said you dreaded? that melancholy-looking man, who is walking so moodily ahead of us?’ exclaimed Pepito.  ‘I must have a good look at him.’

‘’Be cautious, I beseech you; if he sees me, all is lost.’

’’Fear nothing, I will be discreet; I only want to get one good look at him.’  So saying, Pepito increased his speed, and was soon walking beside the unconscious Percival.

’In a few minutes, Pepito turned suddenly down a narrow street, into which we followed, and there we found a carriage awaiting us.

‘’Senora, I shall know your enemy among a thousand,’ was Pepito’s remark, on again offering Adele his arm, to assist her in entering the vehicle.

’We were soon safely out of the city, and taking advantage of the first returning carriage we met, I returned with it, Adele thanked me with much apparent gratitude for my past services, and begged me to devote as much of my leisure as possible to cheering and advising her dear Arthur.

’On my return, I found him pacing his chamber with intense anxiety, and evidently prostrated by the excitement he had undergone.

‘’Well, what news?’ said he, almost gasping for breath.

‘’Adele is beyond the reach of danger.’

‘’You met no one?’

‘’No one.’

’’Heaven be praised; and yet I feel a presentiment I shall never see her again—­never.’

‘’Pshaw! love is always timorous; it delights in raising phantoms.’

’’This is no phantom; death is a reality, and, mark my words, on earth we shall meet no more.’

’Overcome by the violence of his emotions, he buried his face in his hands, and gave way to an outburst of Intense grief.  Yielding, finally, to my reiterated entreaties, he threw himself upon his bed, and, as I had some private business to settle, I left him to the care of our officious hostess, who was only too happy to find one on whom she could display her self-acquired knowledge of the healing art.