"My God, pity me!" cried Mildred, clasping her hands and raising her eyes to heaven. Once more she turned them on her mother. "Mother, do not weep--_I--O God--I--consent_!" And as if with those dreadful words her pure spirit had fled, she fell back cold and rigid as marble upon the pillow. CHAPTER VII. Let the silence of despair rest upon the sufferings of the unhappy Mildred after those fatal words had passed her lips. Among other artful devices agreed upon between Mr. Donaldson and Perozzi, previous to Mildred's return, was that of keeping her entirely secluded from society, lest some other suitor might wrest the hand of the doomed girl from him. But now that a consent to their infernal measures had been torn from her, it was resolved that a magnificent _fête_ should mark the _début_ of the affianced bride. The evening previous to the wedding was the time fixed upon for this important event, and accordingly invitations were immediately issued for a grand _bal masqué_, including the governor's family, together with all the _élite_ of the island. For weeks all was hurry and confusion at the Cascade--artisans of many trades were busily engaged pulling down and putting up--the drawing-rooms--the halls--verandas, all newly decorated--in fact, the whole establishment, through the purse of Perozzi and the good taste of Mrs. Donaldson, completely revolutionized. Mildred in the meanwhile remained in strict seclusion in her apartment, unless dragged thence by the importunities of the Spaniard, so sad, so perfectly overwhelmed with the wretchedness of her lot, that it seemed most probable death might claim the young bride ere the day of sacrifice came. In vain her mother strove to interest her in the gay proceedings--entreating she would at least choose a costume for her expected _début_. "Do with me as you will, mother," Mildred would reply, with a faint smile. In the sleeping-room of Mrs. Donaldson there hung a portrait of a beautiful Turkish maiden. This picture was a favorite with Mildred, and it occurred to Mrs. Donaldson that a similar costume would well become the style of her daughter's beauty. A careful examination of her own and Mildred's ward-robe convinced her the thing could be done, and she set herself diligently to prepare the dress--Mildred passively obeying her directions. At length all was finished, and in its swift course Time brought round the appointed evening for the _début_ of the wretched Mildred, so soon to become a more wretched wife. At an early hour those guests who resided at a distance began to arrive, and after partaking of the grateful refreshments provided for them were conducted to their dressing-rooms, to prepare for the festivities of the evening--all being expected to appear _en masqué_.