She simply crouched there in the balcony with a bruised heart, smothering her groans, and watched the couple sauntering about the plaza.
Roderic, poor fellow, utterly unconscious of the fact that he was giving pain to a heart that yearned for him, continued to promenade with the governor's daughter.
There were others on the plaza, and the couple attracted no particular attention save from this one interested quarter.
Of course he was deeply interested in what his companion was saying.
It had a very intimate association with the happy and glorious future he had mapped out for himself and the girl he loved.
Perhaps his manner appeared devoted according to the film that jealousy cast upon the eyes of she who watched from above.
But surely Roderic did not mean it to be so.
The governor's daughter came to him as a messenger, an angel bearing good news, and as a gentleman how could he be other than attentive—who could be a boor when his companion was a pretty woman?
Alas! he little suspected how in the eager effort to further the cause of his happiness he was heaping up coals of fire with which to inflict torture upon himself and she whom he loved.