CHAPTER XI.
"Then Roderick from the Douglas broke, As flashes flame through sable smoke, Kindling its wreaths long, dark, and low.
To one broad blaze of ruddy glow; So the deep anguish of despair Burst in fierce jealousy to air." SIR WALTER SCOTT.
"Sure, now, Pedro, the poor young Senor cannot be entirely in his right mind; he does nothing but tramp, tramp, tramp, the whole night long, and mutters so fiercely to himself, and such dark words, it would make one tremble were they not belied by His sweet face and sad smile," was the observation of old Juana Lopez to her husband some ten days after Arthur Stanley had been domiciled in their dwelling.

The old man muttered something about his being a foreigner from the Wild Island, where they had all been busy cutting one another's throats, and what could she expect otherwise ?" "Expect?
why that he must have become Spanish born and bred since he has been in King Ferdinand's service so long, and was such a boy when he left England." "Stuff, woman; there's no taking the foreign blood out of him, try as you will," growled the old man, who in common with many of his class, was exceedingly annoyed that a foreigner should possess so much of the King's confidence, and not a little displeased that his dwelling should have been fixed on for the young officer's quarters.

"It would not have been Isabella, God bless her! to have chosen such a minion; she tolerates him for Ferdinand's sake; but they will find him out one day.

Saint Iago forbid the evil don't fall first." "Now that is all prejudice, Viego Pedro, and you know it.

Bless his beautiful face! there is no thought of evil there, I'd stake my existence.