As she spoke her former colour returned to her cheeks, but the smile which had sat on her lips was not so easily recovered; and though she attempted to talk with animation, her gaiety was forced and unnatural. Before many minutes had passed, another visitor was announced as the Marchioness of Tavora, at which name the attendants stood up respectfully, the young lady advancing herself to the door of the apartment to receive her guest. The lady who now entered was of majestic deportment, with firmness and dignity in every movement, at the same time that there was much feminine beauty in her features; for, although they had much passed their prime, they yet retained a large portion of those charms for which she had once been celebrated, without any of the disfiguring marks of old age. She gazed with a look of affection, as she addressed the young lady, who conducted her respectfully to a chair, and placed herself on a lower seat at her feet. "I have come, my sweet daughter, as an ambassadress from my son, the heir of his father's wealth and titles, earnestly to press his suit," began the Marchioness; "you know how fondly he loves you, and all the necessary preliminaries having been arranged between the Marquis of Tavora and your father, your consent is alone wanting to fix the day on which he may be made happy. Say, then, that you will not defer the day, and let me be the bearer of the joyful tidings to my boy." "I am highly flattered by the honour you do me, Senhora Marqueza," answered the young lady, "and by the preference your son shows me; but I do not feel myself worthy of his love without giving mine in return, and I would rather not wed yet." "Do I hear aright?" exclaimed the Marqueza, with surprise, and a degree of anger in her tone. "Can you, whom I already look upon in the light of a daughter, dream of disobedience to your father's commands, and refuse my son's proffered alliance? Such a thing is impossible. Have you not constantly given me reason to suppose that you would throw no difficulty in the way,--then why this sudden and unaccountable change of opinion? But I know that these words do not express your feelings: they were uttered more from a freak of maiden bashfulness, than from any confirmed determination. To such folly, however, you must not yield. Think well again before you give your final answer; for of such as that you before uttered I cannot be the bearer." The young lady remained silent for some minutes; a pallid hue again overspread her features, and she gasped for breath, as if some intense feelings were passing through her bosom; but the Marchioness, occupied with her own thoughts, did not, apparently, observe her. At length, by a strenuous effort recovering her composure, she looked up. "If such is the will of my father, that I should wed, I will follow it," she said; "my hand, when he shall claim it, is at your son's command; and I must crave your pardon that I at first refused the proffered honour."