"Don Luis d'Almeida; to whom your gratitude is due for rescuing your father and sister from the power of brigands," answered Clara, with greater firmness than she could have supposed herself to possess; but her womanly pride was roused at the tone of the question, and at the presence of the Count. "He seemed to presume, then, too much on the service he was so fortunate to perform, for the Count tells me he was engaged in long and earnest conversation with you, which he does not approve, and would have interrupted, had not the etiquette of society prevented him." "The Count was employed in a truly noble occupation," answered Clara, her gentle spirit excited beyond endurance at the unauthorised interference of the Count and her brother: "nor do I know by what right he claims the privilege of directing my conduct." "By that of being your affianced husband, my fair sister; and as his friend, I must guard his interests as well as yours," said her brother. "He requests your hand for the next dance, and will then better urge his own claims." Upon this the Count advanced, assuming the softest smile, and in the blandest voice made his request. Clara shrunk from him, as she answered, "I can dance no more; and I beg the Conde San Vincente will not deceive himself by supposing that any claims he can urge will afford me otherwise than pain." "Is this, then, madam, the answer I may expect to-morrow--for which I have waited patiently a whole month?" exclaimed the Count, fiercely. "Such is the only one I can ever be induced to give," returned Clara, with firmness. "Though, had not the Conde San Vincente drawn the answer from me now, I should have preferred giving it through my father." The Count's brow lowered, and again that ominous glance shot from his eyes. "I give you till to-morrow to alter your determination, madam," he whispered, between his closed teeth; "for I was led to expect a very different answer; when, if I find that a rival has influenced it, as you have given me just cause to suspect, remember that his heart's blood shall pay for his audacity. I will not lose so fair a prize without wreaking my vengeance on him who has ventured to deprive me of it." Clara turned pale at these words, which her brother could not hear; and though they increased her horror and hatred of the speaker, she smothered the feeling for the moment, for the sake of one who, from the contrast, was every instant becoming dearer to her. "Oh, no," she answered, "you have no rival but the Church, which claims me, if I become not your bride; yet, as a man, a noble, and a Christian, do not urge your claim. I can never love you; but surely that is not a crime: and I will never wed where I cannot love, for that would indeed be crime. Then spare me, for my fate is in your power."