But Luiza, impatient to put an end to the conversation, interrupted him,—
“Ah, yes; now I remember.”
“Yes; I am going to his house.” And he added confidentially, “We are great friends. He is a very good fellow, and he has a beautiful boy.” He pressed her hand, and said, “Good-by, Cousin Luiza; I have not a moment to lose. Would you like me to accompany you?”
“No; it is quite near.”
“Good-by. Remembrances to Jorge.”
She had only taken a few steps when he ran after her.
“Ah, I forgot,” he cried. “Do you know that I have forgiven her?”
Luiza looked at him in astonishment.
“The heroine—the countess,” said Ernesto.
“Ah!”