Edric advanced, and bowing, took the hand of Pauline and pressed it respectfully to his lips;--his heart was too full to speak. Pauline could scarcely restrain her tears, and shaking hands with the doctor, she hastily retired to a part of the tent enclosed for her use. "My daughter is not well," said M. de Mallet, "these scenes of blood and war are too much for her nerves; but she will soon recover when you have left us." "I doubt that," murmured Roderick in a half whisper; and soon after the friends retired. Edric was not insensible to Pauline's emotion; and as he more than suspected the cause, a pleasure, unknown before, throbbed in his bosom. His eyes sparkled, and his whole appearance presented so complete a contrast to his usual depression, that Roderick could not resist the temptation of again rallying him most unmercifully upon it. "Talk of medicine," cried he, "there is no elixir like the magic of a pair of bright eyes. All the physicians in my camp can effect nothing like it. Nay, you need not blush so, Edric! I did not imagine you were so far gone as that." "I do not blush, that I am aware of," returned Edric, somewhat peevishly; for he did not relish being teased; "at least, I am sure I have no occasion for blushing." "Well, then, don't look so like a bashful maiden, disavowing her first attachment, with a 'La, Pa! how can you think so!'--I did not suppose you were capable of such affectation." "I am not aware that I have been guilty of any." "Come, then, own the truth candidly--you love Mademoiselle de Mallet?" "How can you think so?" replied Edric, blushing deeply in spite of his efforts to look composed. "You are indifferent to her, then? Dear me, I had no idea of it, I never was more completely deceived in my life! Well, if that's the case, I will resume my first design of trying my own fortune." "How can you be so provoking?" "Why it is very hard, if you are not in love with her yourself, that you should wish to prevent every one else from being so." "Your Majesty's rank, I should think, would prevent your even thinking of Mademoiselle de Mallet." "Why should my rank prevent the possibility of my being happy?" "Your Majesty's rank prevents the possibility of your marrying Pauline; and I should hope you would not dare to entertain dishonourable views respecting her." "Dare! dishonour! Do you remember whom you are speaking to, Edric?" "Perfectly; for I have not forgotten Roderick, though he appears to have forgotten himself." "Edric! But I won't be angry with you. When people are in love, they never mean what they say; in fact, they very seldom know what they are talking about. I remember once when I was in love myself--"