If she had appeared magnificent in her stage costume, the simplicity of her morning dress made her more handsome than ever. She wore a plain black satin fardingale, a long stomacher with an open bosom, and a high close ruff; her arms were bare to the elbow. She had a comb, and a square of black lace, which from the back of her head fell gracefully over her neck and shoulders; and nothing in this world could be more pretty than the little foot and embroidered cordovan slipper, which rested on a footstool, and was made rather more than visible as she reclined back among the soft downy cushions of the sofa. The carved hilt of her little poniard appeared at times through a slash in her boddice; all her dress was plain and black, and nothing remained of the dazzling danzador but the roguish smile, the brilliant teeth, and those beautiful Spanish eyes, with their alternate animation and subdued fire. Young, and long a stranger to female society (by the seclusion of my college life), I was timid; she saw I was so, and, with the kindest good-nature, proceeded by her prattle to relieve me from my dilemma. "I trust, señor, your absence was not discovered last night?" "Fortunately it was not." "If so, what would have been the penalty?" "Degradation, by sentence of a military court." "And for me you ran that risk?" "For you, señora, I would risk any thing--my life!" "Señor--you quite overpower me." "Ah, señora Prudentia," said I, with true and honest concern for her; "I tremble for your safety! do not, I beseech you--do not venture on such errands again. Had another cavalier been on guard at the gate of the Elbe, and had you been taken prisoner----" "I would have smiled, and gained my liberty. I have been wrong, I know; but ah! surely," she added, casting down her fine eyes, "you cannot blame me for serving my religion, my country and king--for Spain leagues with Austria in this war against Christian of Denmark and Gustavus of Sweden. Besides, as a woman, I am alike ignorant of the laws of war, and the high punctilio of military honour." "But you know the fate of--of--a secret informer," said I; for in such a presence the hateful word spy faltered on my tongue. "No----" she replied, pouting. "They are hanged on the first tree." "Madre de Dios! and would you be so barbarous to a lady?" "Señora," I continued, with the most sincere feeling; "from this gulf I would gladly save you. Tremble for us both, if the escapade of last night is discovered--for I would not survive you." (Here was a good shot!) She laughed when I became so serious; then pouted her ruby lips, shook back her black tresses, and, reclining on the sofa, looked at me with a droll and languishing expression in her half-closed eyes, saying-- "What, señor, are you in love with me?" "Oh yes! señora," I replied, quite overwhelmed by this naïveté; "indeed--indeed, you do not know how much I love you!"