Miras, at the first impulse of his resentment, clapped his hands upon
his pistol, but whether from the fear of missing his aim, or from an
excessive respect towards his mistress, he did not venture further in an
engagement, for which, by the bye, he felt no great inclination. I
pitied his awkward situation, and felt much disposed to take up his
quarrel, thinking that this swaggerer was but a braggadocio. I
reflected, however, that I might find myself mistaken; and seeing that
the party most interested was not very forward in resenting the affront,
I was wise enough to refrain from taking up his cudgels. All that I
could do for him was, to request him to come to my side, and yield my
place to him, which offer he accepted willingly, quite indifferent as to
Lucia’s opinion of his courage in being obliged thus to quit his post.
Our blustering companion called himself Don Lucio de Ribera. He had been
informed that the beautiful widow had slept at the monastery the
preceding night, and intended to return this day. Accordingly he rode
from the city to meet her, and offer his services to escort her home.
No sooner did this fellow perceive that Don Antonio had resigned his
post, instead of thinking of maintaining it, than he took immediate
possession of it himself, and prepared to converse with the lady, who,
however, deceived his expectation; for, to mortify him, she answered not
a word to all he had to say. She deigned not even to look at him,
keeping her eyes and attention fixed on Miras and me. In this manner we
arrived at Saragossa, and conducted Donna Lucia to her house, where she
thanked me most politely for my attentions, adding, that she hoped that
the city had sufficient charms to detain me some time. She observed but
little ceremony towards the other two gentlemen, acknowledging their
civility with a slight bow only. I took no notice of the haughty Don
Lucio in parting, but paid a thousand compliments to Don Antonio, which
so much pleased him, that he insisted on accompanying me to the Angel,
a famous inn at the entrance of the town, and whither I had desired my
luggage to be conveyed. Here Miras took his leave of me, in terms which
convinced me that so far from suspecting me for a rival, he believed me
to be one of his best friends.
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