Though there had been no formal declaration of love between them, they
were each conscious that they loved and were beloved in return; the most
unreserved confidence existed between them, and Morton, who felt most
keenly for Isabella's unpleasant situation, had repeatedly hinted at the
happiness she was sure to enjoy in a more favored country, if she would
leave her uncle's house, and take passage in the Orion for New England.
She affected, at first, not to understand him; but when it became
impossible to avoid perceiving his meaning, she only answered, "No,
no--I cannot--I dare not;" but the answer was always accompanied with a
sigh and a tear; and as from day to day he informed her of the progress
the ship made in her repairs, her negative became fainter and less
resolutely expressed.
Owing to the necessity of making some repairs in his country residence,
the governor and his family had latterly resided altogether in St. Blas;
and as the puppy Don Gregorio watched with a suspicious and malignant
eye, the frequent visits of Morton, the lovers had generally met at the
house of Dame Juanita, the front of which was occupied as a shop, with a
little parlor back of it, to which Isabella had access by passing out of
the gate in the rear of her uncle's house, without going through the
street.
With all the glowing eloquence of young love, and hope, and confidence,
Morton detailed to her the thousand and one schemes that his fertile
imagination suggested; Isabella could see but one hideous feature in
them all--the dreadful fate that awaited him if unsuccessful.
"Listen to me," said he one day to her, as she had been urging to him
the terrible risk he encountered--for she seemed to have no eyes for the
certain immuring in a convent that awaited _her_--"listen to me, dearest
Isabella; the ship is now nearly ready; she will sail in three or four
days at farthest, and will sail at ten or eleven o'clock at night, to
take advantage of the land-breeze. I will have my boat at the quay, and
horses here in town; in the dusk of evening, and with a little disguise,
you will not be recognised; there is no guarda-costa here now, and
before the sun rises we shall be out of sight of land, and beyond the
reach of pursuit."
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