She glanced at the fresh rose he wore, but could not summon courage to ask whether roses were his favorite flowers.

He broke the momentary silence by saying: "Your performances here have been a source of such inexpressible delight to me, Miss Royal, that it pains me to think of such a thing as a last evening." "Thank you for calling me by that name," she replied.

"It carries me back to a happier time.

I hardly know myself as La Senorita Campaneo.
It all seems to me so strange and unreal, that, were it not for a few visible links with the past, I should feel as if I had died and passed into another world." "May I ask whether you intend to renew your engagement ?" inquired he.
She looked up quickly and earnestly, and said, "What would you advise me ?" "The brevity of our acquaintance would hardly warrant my assuming the office of adviser," replied he modestly.
The shadow of a blush flitted over her face, as she answered, in a bashful way: "Excuse me if the habit of associating you with the memory of my father makes me forget the shortness of our acquaintance.
Beside, you once asked me if ever I was in trouble to call upon you as I would upon a brother." "It gratifies me beyond measure that you should remember my offer, and take me at my word," responded he.

"But in order to judge for you, it is necessary to know something of your own inclinations.