It was thus that their eyes met, and, as they did so, Beatriz, starting from her seat, uttered a wild cry-- "And thy name is Calderon--Don Roderigo Calderon ?--is it possible?
Hadst thou never another name ?" she exclaimed; and, as she spoke, she approached him slowly and fearfully.
"Lady, Calderon is my name," replied the marquis: but his voice faltered.

"But thine--thine--is it, in truth, Beatriz Coello ?" Beatriz made no reply, but continued to advance, till her very breath came upon his cheek; she then laid her hand upon his arm, and looked up into his face with a gaze so earnest, so intent, so prolonged, that Calderon, but for a strange and terrible thought--half of wonder, half of suspicion, which had gradually crept into his soul, and now usurped it--might have doubted whether the reason of the poor novice was not unsettled.
Slowly Beatriz withdrew her eyes, and they fell upon a large mirror opposite, which reflected in full light the features of Calderon and herself.

It was then--her natural bloom having faded into a paleness scarcely less statue-like than that which characterised the cheek of Calderon himself, and all the sweet play and mobility of feature that belong to first youth being replaced by a rigid and marble stillness of expression--it was then that a remarkable resemblance between these two persons became visible and startling.

That resemblance struck alike, and in the same instant, both Beatriz and Calderon; and both, gazing on the mirror, uttered an involuntary and simultaneous exclamation.
With a trembling and hasty hand the novice searched amidst the folds of her robe, and drew forth a small leathern case, closed with clasps of silver.

She touched the spring, and took out a miniature, upon which she cast a rapid and wild glance; then, lifting her eyes to Calderon, she cried, "It must be so--it is, it is my father!" and fell motionless at his feet.
Calderon did not for some moments heed the condition of the novice: that chamber, the meditated victim, the present time, the coming evil--all were swept away from his soul; he was transported back into the past, with the two dread Spirits, Memory and Conscience! His knees knocked together, his aspect was livid, the cold drops stood upon his brow; he muttered incoherently and then bent down, and took up the picture.