What woman's heart could withstand such an appeal? not Donna Theresa's, surely. Indeed, it would have been more fortunate for herself and her family had it been of a less tender nature. She appeared moved, as, with a slight falter in her voice, scarcely perceptible to any but a lover's ears, she exclaimed, "On no one, but on my own head, rests the blame; and on me let your anger fall. I have wronged you, Luis; I would have spared you this, but the time is passed for reparation, and my actions are not in my own power; yet we are no longer children, that I should mourn for the past, or that you should do aught unbecoming a man. Pardon me, Luis, for my heartless treatment; but I will no longer tamper with your generous feelings: my hand is pledged to another!" Don Luis started as if an electric shock had struck him. "All is finished, then," he exclaimed, "and my fondly-cherished hopes are blasted! I will not reproach you, lady--I will not question you further. May he who has gained your hand not find that he also is betrayed." He stopped, and gazed a moment at her countenance. "Oh! pardon, pardon me for such words," he cried: "no, I will not, even in my thoughts, condemn you. For your sake I would have died; and, with my life, I will still protect you against all who may wrong you. Theresa, you know not what agony you have caused." "Spare me, Luis, spare me," exclaimed his cousin. "I have told you that I have no longer power over my own destinies, and therefore words are thrown away. It were better for both that this interview should end; and, when we next meet, let us forget the past. Farewell." Don Luis started at that word, casting one long earnest gaze at her, full of reproach and grief, which he could not repress. "Farewell, Theresa; may the happiness I do not expect to find be your lot!" he cried, in a voice broken with agitation, and rushed from the apartment.