"Clara, you have deceived me," said her father. "Has this conduct been worthy of a high-born maiden, to receive the addresses of one, whoever he may be, without your father's permission? But the crime will bring its own punishment. Yet how can it be so? You could have seen him but once, and how know you that he loves you?" "I saw him again, here, on the evening when he came to tell me that he had recovered the casket with my mother's jewels; and he promised to return this morning to deliver them," said Clara. "I will receive him, and thank him for his courtesy," returned the Fidalgo, coldly. "I have nothing for which to blame him; and, under other circumstances, I might have consented to his suit, though his poverty is an objection. But it is now too late; my honour is pledged to the Count, and I must fulfil my contract, provided he is worthy of you; nor has he given me any cause to suppose to the contrary." A gleam of hope shot across the bosom of his daughter, as she exclaimed, "Oh! my father, he is"--but, like the dark thunder cloud, the remembrance of her oath again rushed on her mind, and obscured the feeling. At that moment one of her attendants entered, to announce that the Count was waiting below. "Once more, Clara, I ask you, will you receive the Count?" demanded the Fidalgo, sternly. "Father, I cannot!" gasped forth his unhappy child. "At least, spare me the horror of meeting him. In everything else I will obey you, but in this I cannot. I will sacrifice all my hopes in life to save your honour; I will give up the world, and the happiness I thought to find in it. I will quit life itself, and oh, gladly! but I cannot wed the Count." "Clara, you have chosen your lot," exclaimed the Fidalgo, raising her, and placing her on a seat, when he moved towards the door. "I will dismiss the Count at your desire, but I have one only course to pursue, which you have already consented to follow. Prepare to quit me for ever!" With these words the proud fidalgo left his gentle daughter. The Conde San Vincente was furious when he heard from Goncalo Christovao that his suit was finally rejected, and he demanded that the fidalgo should fulfil his promise in consigning his daughter to a convent, rather than that any other should gain the prize which was not to be his. He concealed, however, the fierce rage which burnt within his bosom at the disappointment of his wishes, and with a show of haughty courtesy took his leave of the fidalgo. Clara anxiously waited all day, in the hopes of hearing that Don Luis had called, and of receiving the casket he had promised to bring. She knew it was wrong to wish it; but she trusted that Gertrudes would contrive to enable her to meet him; but the day passed away, and she heard not of him, nor could her nurse gain her any information.