"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."