What a prospect this is!" And he rose and looked out of the window.
Valencia had heard all this with downcast eyes and unmoved face.

Was she pleased at it?
Not in the least, the naughty child that she was; and more, she grew quite angry with herself, ashamed of herself, for having thought and felt so much about him the night before.

"How silly of me! He is very well, and does not care for me.

And who is he, pray, that I should even look at him ?" And, as if in order to put her words into practice, she looked at him there and then.

He was gazing out of the window, leaning gracefully and yet feebly against the shutter, with the full glory of the forenoon sun upon his sharp-cut profile and rich chestnut locks; and after all, having looked at him once, she could not help looking at him again.