Neither of these, however, could have had any interest in the eyes of the two watchers; and it must have been the third member of this party who had led them to lie in wait. In truth, this third one seemed well worthy of such attention. She was a young lady, of slight and elegant figure; with a sweet and lovely face, round, arch, full of liveliness, merriment, and volatility, which were expressed in every glance of her sparkling eyes. And while the man fidgeted and the woman fussed, this young person stood with admirable self-possession, looking round inquiringly, as though she too might be expecting some one. Paterfamilias hesitated a little longer, and then made up his mind, for, telling the ladies to wait, he hurried away after his luggage. No sooner had he gone than the two young men, who had held back till then, hurried to the spot. The Englishman reached it first. The elder lady, on seeing him, stared for an instant, and then abruptly turned her back, thus giving him the cut direct in the most pointed and insulting manner. In thus turning she found herself face to face with the Spaniard, who made a very ceremonious bow, saying, "It gif me mooch pleasure, Madame Russell, to pay my respetts, an' to weesh the good-day." At this the lady hesitated, as though intending to give this man also the cut, but finally she chose to be gracious; so extending her hand, she said, "Thanks, Captain Lopez, I'm glad to see you, for Mr. Russell has left us, and I'm a little frightened in this crowd." "Oh, then," said Lopez, "I hope to haf the honnaire to codut you to the carriage, and to say the adios." "Oh, thanks," said Mrs. Russell, "I shall really feel very much obliged." Now the Englishman had scarcely seemed to notice the insult of Mrs. Russell; for, brushing past her, he had instantly advanced toward the young lady aforesaid, and seized her hand with a quick, strong, hungry grasp. And the young lady aforesaid, whose eyes had been fixed on him as he advanced, grasped his hand also, while a flush passed over her lovely face, and her eyes rested upon him with a look which might well thrill through and through the favored recipient of such a glance. "Why, Mr. Ashby!" said she, in innocent surprise--"you here?" "Katie," said Ashby, in a tremulous voice--"little darling," he continued, in a lower tone--"didn't you know that I'd be here?" "Well, I should have felt disappointed," said Katie, softly, "if you had not been here." At this moment Mrs. Russell turned, and said, sharply, "Come, Katie." "All right," said Ashby, coolly; "I'll see Miss Westlotorn on board the train." Mrs. Russell looked vexed. "Katie," said she, "I wish you to stay by me." "Oh yes, auntie dearest," said Katie, with her usual self-possession; "of course I shall." But she made not the slightest movement to leave Ashby, and this annoyed Mrs. Russell all the more. She looked all around, as though for help. The Spaniard's eyes were all ablaze with wrath and jealousy.