Betty she did not take with her, for there were things to which her cousin must attend; moreover, her heart was so full that she wished to be alone a while.
Betty's heart was full also, but not with joy.

She had been deceived.
The fine Spanish Don, who had made her love him so desperately, had sailed away and left her without a word.

She could not doubt it, he had been seen standing on the ship--and not one word.

It was cruel, cruel, and now she must help another woman to be made a happy wife, she who was beggared of hope and love.

Moodily, full of bitterness, she went about her tasks, biting her lips and wiping her fine eyes with the sleeve of her robe, when suddenly the door opened, and a servant, not one of their own, but a strange man who had been brought in to help at the morrow's feast, called out that a sailor wished to speak with her.
"Then let him enter here; I have no time to go out to listen to his talk," snapped Betty.
Presently the sailor was shown in, the man who brought him leaving the room at once.