"Yet he was not with the rest who entered the house," continued Ruez.
"No," answered Isabella, "some one said he hastened away for a surgeon."
"Hark!"
"Who called you, just now, sister?" asked the brother.
"It was only the groan of that poor boy. I wish they would bring the surgeon."
"But he calls your name; go to him, dear Isabella."
"O, they have found the surgeon, and here he comes," said his sister.
And thus indeed it was. Entering the apartment, the surgeon prepared to examine the wound, but in a moment he called to Isabella, saying:
"Lady, this individual is one of thine own s.e.x! and, I am very sorry to say, is mortally wounded."
"A woman!"
"Yes, lady; see, she would speak to you; she beckons you near."
"Lady, I need not ask what that professional man says. I know too well by my own feelings that I must die, indeed that I am dying!"
"O, say not so; perhaps there may yet be hopes," said Isabella, tenderly.
"Nay, there is none; indeed it is better, far better as it is."
"Why, do you wish to die?" asked Isabella, almost shrinking from her.
"Yes. There is nought left for me to live for, and it is sweet to die, too, for him, for him I have so dearly, so truly loved!"
"Of whom do you speak?"
"General Bezan!"
"You love him?"
"Ay, lady, I believe far better than you can ever do."
"Me!"
"Yes, for I know your own heart, and his true love for you!"
"Who are you?"
"That matters not. But where is he? I thought he followed me here."
"He went for the surgeon, and I have not seen him," was the reply.
Isabella trembled, for at that moment General Bezan, hastening back from the surgeon"s, and despatching some matter that occurred by the way, now entered the house, and was greeted most cordially by Don Gonzales and Ruez. And from them he learned the extent of the injury, and, moreover, that the supposed page was a woman, disguised in a page"s costume.
"Ah, general!" said Don Gonzales, "I fear, this is some little affair of gallantry on your part that will result rather seriously."
"Be a.s.sured, sir," said the soldier, "that I cannot in any way explain the matter, and that I think there is some decided mistake here."
"Let us go to her apartment and see what can be done for her injury," said General Bezan, after a moment"s pause, "be she whom she may."
Just as they entered the apartment, the surgeon had loosened the dress of the sufferer at the throat, and there fell out into sight the insignia of the golden fleece and cross of St. Sebastian, in a scroll of diamonds that heralded the royal arms of Spain, and which none but those in whose veins coursed royal blood could wear! The surgeon started back in amazement, while Don Gonzales uncovered out of respect to the emblem. Springing to the side of the couch, General Bezan turned the half averted face towards him, while he seized the hand of the sufferer, and then exclaimed:
"Is this a miracle-is this a dream-or is this really the Countess Moranza?"
"It is the Countess Moranza," replied the suffering creature, while her eyes were bent on Lorenzo Bezan with an expression of most ineffable tenderness.
All this while Isabella stood aghast, quite in the rear of them all; but that look was not lost upon her; she shuddered, and a cold perspiration stood upon her brow. Had she lived to see such a sight-lived to see another preferred to herself? Alas, what knew she of the scene before her? was it not a shameless one? Had Lorenzo Bezan deceived this high-born and n.o.ble lady, and leaving her to follow him, came hither, once more to strive for her love? Her brain was in a whirlwind of excitement, the room grew dark, she reeled, and would have fallen but for the a.s.sistance of Ruez, who helped her to her room, and left her there, himself as much amazed at what he had seen as his sister could possibly be.
"Has she gone?" asked the sufferer.
"Who, lady?" said the soldier, tenderly.
"Isabella Gonzales."
"Yes," replied the father. "Do you desire to see her?"
"O yes, I must see her, and quickly; tell her I must see her."
The father retired; while Lorenzo Bezan said, as he bent over the person of the countess:
"Alas, I cannot ask thee now what all this means; you are too ill to talk; what may I, what can I do for thee?"
"Nothing, Lorenzo Bezan. Draw nearer-I have loved thee dearly, pa.s.sionately loved thee, loved thee as a woman can love; it was not designed that I should win thy heart-it was already another"s; but it was designed, the virgin be thanked, that though I might not wed thee, I might die for thee!"
"O, countess, countess, your words are like daggers to my heart. I have been a thoughtless, guilty wretch, but, Heaven bear me witness, I did not sin knowingly!"
"Nay, speak not one word. I am dying even now; leave me for a while.
I would be alone with this lady; see, she comes, trembling and bathed in tears!"
Lorenzo Bezan, almost crazed with the contending emotions that beset him, knew not what to say-what to do; he obeyed her wish, and left the room, as did also the rest, leaving Isabella and the Countess Moranza alone together. General Bezan walked the adjoining room like one who had lost all self-control-now pressing his forehead with both hands, as if to keep back the press of thoughts, and now, almost groaning aloud at the struggling of his feelings within his throbbing breast. The light broke in upon him; while he had been so happy, so inconsiderate at Madrid, in the society of the beautiful and intelligent woman; while he had respected and loved her like a brother, he had unwittingly been planting thorns in her bosom! He saw it all now. He even recalled the hour when he told her of his love for Isabella Gonzales-and remembered, too, the sudden illness that she evinced. "Alas! how blind I have been, how thoughtless of all else but myself, and my own disappointments and heart-secrets.
Next to Isabella, I could have loved that pure and gentle being. I did feel drawn to her side by unspeakable tenderness and grat.i.tude for the consolation she seemed ever so delicately to impart; but for this right hand I would not have deceived her, the virgin bear me witness."
The moments seemed hours to him, while he waited thus in such a state of suspense as his frame of mind might be supposed to indicate. The surgeon entered to take his leave.
"How is she, sir?" asked Lorenzo Bezan, hastily.
"I have not seen her since we left her with Don Gonzales"s daughter.
She desired to be left alone with her, you remember, and it is best to do as she wishes. My skill can do her no good. She cannot live but a very few hours, and I may as well retire."
"There is, then, no hope for her, no possibility of recovery?"