Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"Oh! I beg your pardon, senhor," said the old Nurse; "I hope I have not
offended by the question; but I hear that she is a very lovely young
lady."
"Oh no, no, you have not offended," said Don Luis, as he rode from the
side of the litter, to avoid showing the blush which burned on his cheek
at hearing an affair so lightly alluded to, which he had fancied unknown
to the world. Very different was the effect of his words on Donna
Clara; for though she felt that, whether he was single, engaged, or
married, ought to be a matter of complete indifference to her, yet a
certain uneasy sensation seemed removed from her breast, and she again
leaned forward to speak, when she found he was no longer by her side.
More than an hour elapsed before Don Luis again approached the litter,
during which period the young lady unconsciously allowed a number of new
sensations, which had never before been known to her, to take possession
of her heart; and she welcomed his return with a smile whose sweetness
might have softened the bosom of a stoic,--and certainly her gallant
deliverer was not one. For the remainder of the journey he did not
leave the side of her litter for more than a few minutes at a time,
always gladly again returning to it; and, although they had emerged some
time before from the dark forest of pines, and were traversing a
comparatively thickly-peopled country, so that all fear of the brigands
was banished, yet he insisted on accompanying the party to the end of
their day's journey. As the travellers wound round the base of a hill,
the bright rays of the evening sun were throwing a ruddy hue on the
topmost turrets of the once proud castle of Leiria; which, standing on
the summit of an eminence, situated to the north of that most ancient
town, now burst on their view, enclosed in an amphitheatre of hills,
surrounding a smiling, well-cultivated valley. A road winding round the
foot of the hill conducted them, through the narrow streets of the town,
to the house of a fidalgo, who, though absent, had requested Goncalo
Christovao to take up his abode there.
Don Luis spent the evening in the society of the fidalgo and his
daughter; nor did he lose the ground he had gained in the estimation of
either; though the priest regarded him with frowning looks, keeping a
lynx-eyed watch on every expression of his countenance, and on each word
he uttered: the whole party, however, overcome with fatigue, were glad
to retire at an early hour to rest.
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