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218 - REYNOLDS’ WORKS which she had displayed, and that sudden singularity of manner, were uppermost in his mind, and_he saw that there was something which had thus profoundly agitated her, but which he could not fathom. | “You must leave me now,’’ she said, recovering her wonted composure, or at least a sufficient command over her feelings to appear outwardly composed. ‘“‘ Our inter- view has already been too long. We must meet again, — once again, — but only to part for ever,’’ she added, tremu- lously. ‘‘I will then endeavour to reason with you against this wild and insensate passion which you have cherished for me — ”’ “No, no, speak not thus, Elizabeth!’ ejaculated Don Christoval. ‘‘ You have promised me another interview, and in that promise there is hope. I will not insist upon your answer now, I will leave you— Yes, I will leave you, in the joyous conviction that I have made some little im- pression upon your heart.’’ ‘“ My lord, go not away with that idea,’ said Elizabeth, more hurriedly than earnestly, ‘* because — because — ”’ ‘‘ Address me not with that cold formality of my lord,” he exclaimed. ‘‘ To you I would be Diego — only Diego, and that I shall be so, I now entertain the enthusiastic hope. Oh, it was impossible that such a love as mine could be doomed to disappointment and despair! We will part now, Elizabeth. Tell me when and where we are to meet again. And let it be soon, — I conjure you to let it be soon! — for I shall count the hours and the minutes that must elapse until we meet.” | “Give me your address, and I will write to you,” she replied, after a few moments’ consideration, and still there was a tremulousness in her fluid voice. Count Christoval named a hotel at the west end of the town, and repeated his fervidly expressed prayer that the interval ere they met again should not be a long one. ‘““T will write to you,” she said, “ as soon as — as soon as —”’ and still she hesitated, ‘‘ as soon as I have reflected on all you have told me, Diego — my lord, I mean.”’ “Then farewell for the present,’ he exclaimed, and seizing her hand, he once more carried it to his lips. She did not withdraw it. How could she remain alto- gether insensible to the manifold proofs of love which his Eomicbooks (Eo)