"My brother! I am surprised to see thee in this emotion," said De Morla. "It is nothing," responded Amador, hastily and gloomily: "I fear there is a natural infirmity in the brains of all my family. I was moved, by an idle story of Jacinto, into the recollection of a certain sorrowful event, which, one day, perhaps, I will relate to thee.--But let us return to our quarters.--The air comes down chilly from the mountains--It is time we were sleeping." The friends retired from the temple, leaving the torch sticking in the platform; for the moon was now so high as to afford a better illumination. They parted at the quarters; but Don Amador, after satisfying himself that the knight of Rhodes was slumbering on his pallet, drew Jacinto aside to question him further of the orphan of Almeria. His solicitude was, however, doomed to a disappointment; the page was evidently impressed with the fear, that Don Amador was not without some of the weakness of Calavar; and adroitly, though with great embarrassment, avoided exciting him further. "It is a foolish story, and I am sorry it displeased my lord," said he, when commanded to continue the narrative. "It displeased me not--I knew a Moorish maid of that name in Almeria, who was also protected by a Christian lady; and, what was most remarkable, this Christian lady was of Moorish descent, like her of whom thou wert speaking; and, like the Leila of _thy_ story, the Leila of my own memory vanished away from the town before----" "Senor," cried Jacinto, "I did not say she vanished away from Almeria: _that_ did not belong to the story." "Ay, indeed! is it so? Heaven guard my wits! what made me think it?--And thy Leila lived in Almeria very recently?" "Perhaps ten or fifteen years ago----" "Pho!--Into what folly may not an ungoverned fancy lead us?--Ten or fifteen years ago!--And thou never heardst of the Leila that dwelt in that town within a twelve-month?" "_I_, senor?" cried Jacinto, with surprise. "True--how is it possible thou couldst?--Thou hast, this night, stirred me as by magic. I know not by what sorcery thou couldst hit upon that name!" "It was the name of the lady," said Jacinto, innocently. "Ay, to be sure!--There is one Mary in heaven, and a thousand on earth--why should there not be many Leilas?--Did I speak harshly to thee, Jacinto? Thou shouldst not kiss my hand, if I did; for no impatience or grief could excuse wrath to one so gentle and unoffending. Good night--get thee to thy bed, and forget not to say thy prayers." So saying, and in such disorder of spirits as the page had never before witnessed in him, Don Amador retired.