No signal had been given, but his eyes had fallen upon a veiled female figure that came along the plaza. They would meet in front of Senor Pedro's establishment, just as scores of couples had met time without mind. This fact appeared to stamp itself upon the mind of the looker on--it was apparently one of the first things she thought of. "The same place that was so sacred to me, and he goes to greet another there. Am I awake or is this some terrible dream. See, they meet, he holds out his hand--how eagerly he takes hers and raises it to his lips. And she--I cannot see her face, but what is this--so like in figure in her walk--surely my soul remains here on the balcony while my human form has gone to meet its king. And yet--and yet, how can it be so? Would to Heaven she might but remove her veil if but for one moment that I might see whether I dream or really see him with another. Could she have heard my wish--she raises her hand, she brushes aside the veil as though he but had to ask the favor. Be still, treacherous, sorely wounded heart. What beauty, what ravishing charms be in that face. And how I could hate it if, perdition take the thought, it has come between _us_!" All desire to give the signal had now fled. She simply crouched there in the balcony with a bruised heart, smothering her groans, and watched the couple sauntering about the plaza. Roderic, poor fellow, utterly unconscious of the fact that he was giving pain to a heart that yearned for him, continued to promenade with the governor's daughter. There were others on the plaza, and the couple attracted no particular attention save from this one interested quarter. Of course he was deeply interested in what his companion was saying. It had a very intimate association with the happy and glorious future he had mapped out for himself and the girl he loved. Perhaps his manner appeared devoted according to the film that jealousy cast upon the eyes of she who watched from above. But surely Roderic did not mean it to be so. The governor's daughter came to him as a messenger, an angel bearing good news, and as a gentleman how could he be other than attentive--who could be a boor when his companion was a pretty woman? Alas! he little suspected how in the eager effort to further the cause of his happiness he was heaping up coals of fire with which to inflict torture upon himself and she whom he loved. When all had been told and arrangements made for a future meeting, the girl left him. Roderic had imbibed some of the courtly ways of these people, and it was not at all strange that he should again raise the hand she gave him to his lips. The action however, might be misconstrued. He had heard much that interested him, and besides found desperate work cut out ahead, if he hoped to save Leon, who was in deadly danger.