But Rose, at least, had to be very careful of her glances; for not only was her father at the table, but just opposite her sat none other than Messrs.

William Cary and Arthur St.Leger, lieutenants in her majesty's Irish army, who had returned on furlough a few days before.
Rose Salterne and the Spaniard had not exchanged a word in the last six months, though they had met many times.

The Spaniard by no means avoided her company, except in her father's house; he only took care to obey her carefully, by seeming always unconscious of her presence, beyond the stateliest of salutes at entering and departing.

But he took care, at the same time, to lay himself out to the very best advantage whenever he was in her presence; to be more witty, more eloquent, more romantic, more full of wonderful tales than he ever yet had been.

The cunning Don had found himself foiled in his first tactic; and he was now trying another, and a far more formidable one.