With a dark shadow on his brow, Diniz followed the young Indian into the spacious grounds, where Lianor, surrounded by many richly-dressed ladies, was sitting. "I cannot speak to her before all those people. Go, Satzavan, and bring her to me." The youth darted off obediently, and presently returned to the tree where Diniz stood almost hidden by its shady branches, leading Lianor, whose face wore a look of some wonder. "Diniz, is it really you? Have you brought me any news?" she asked eagerly. Sampayo took her outstretched hand and kissed it reverently. "Yes," he said softly; "good news." "What is it? Tell me!" "I have discovered the man who, I think, struck the blow by instigation of the real murderer. Until he is taken I can do nothing further." "But who is he? How did you find him?" "He is a poor fisherman, named Jarima, and it was through a young Jewess, Phenee's grandchild, to whom the poignard was sold, I found him." "That was very good of her to help you." "It was, indeed. The whole morning she has searched with me for the man, and at last our labor was rewarded. To-morrow Jarima will be under arrest." As the words left his lips, a sudden movement amongst the trees startled them. "I am sure that was some one," Lianor cried, turning pale, and clasping Diniz's arm. Satzavan glided noiselessly away, but soon returned to say no one had passed by. Possibly the noise was occasioned by the wind rustling through the leaves. "Very likely," Lianor said quietly, "though it made me nervous. Suppose any one overheard us?" "Rest assured, dear, that nothing now can come between me and my revenge. But, Lianor, is it true you are betrothed to Tonza?" "Yes, Diniz, it is true. Papa has commanded me to accept him. I hate him; but now poor Luiz is dead, I care not who becomes my husband," hopelessly. "I wish it were other than Tonza, Lianor. I cannot trust him; nor will I believe but what he had a hand in Luiz's death." "That is what I think, but papa says it is only fancy; Manuel is too upright to do such a treacherous thing." A silvery laugh broke suddenly on the silence which had fallen between them, and Savitre, leaning lightly on Panteleone's arm, stood before them. The rajah's young widow made a strange contrast to Lianor, gay with rich colors. Judging from Panteleone's ardent gaze, he, at least, saw some beauty in the dusky, changing face. "What, Sampayo! I did not know you were here," the young man cried gladly, seizing Diniz's hand in a warm grip. "Have you brought good news?" "Yes, better than I expected," Diniz answered; and briefly recounted the success which had attended his morning's search. "I do not wish to meet your father to-night, Lianor; until this business is settled, I could not enter into any amusement. First, I will go to Henrique Ferriera, the magistrate, and arrange with him about Jarima's capture." "But you will come to-morrow, will you not--to tell me the result?" Lianor asked anxiously.