"There, señor—and now begone; for, on my honour, you tire me."
I kissed her pretty hand with all the confusion of a boy, and hurried away. Such was my flutter, and such my tumult, that I omitted to mark well the features of the passage, that I might find my way back again.
I saw only those timid, dark, and seducing eyes!
I sprang up-stairs to our apartment, in search of any of my friends.
"Rollo, Angus M'Alpine!" cried I.
"Dia! what is the matter?" cried the tall lieutenant of our company, as he sprang from a table where he was playing at chess with the Hausmeister, and in doing so overset the board and their wine-pot together; "is the house on fire?"
"No! but I have found her."
"Her—who?" he asked, while the Hausmeister changed colour very perceptibly.
"I have seen her again."
"What, thy countess?" said Red Angus, laughing.