"Thou may'st forget me, but never, never shall I forget thee!"
Alphonso of Castile.
The Escurial, April 1st.
'Who's he?" asked a circle of awe-struck girls.
"Didn't you ever hear of him? Youngest brother of the King of Spain," replied Rose carelessly.
"Oh, my! and just hear this," exclaimed Annie Silsbie.
If you ever deign to cast a thought in my direction, Miss Rose,
remember me always as
Thy devoted servitor,
Potemkin Montmorency.
St. Petersburg, July 10th.
"And this," shrieked Alice White.
"They say love is a thorn, I say it is a dart,
And yet I cannot tear thee from my heart."
Antonio, Count of Vallambrosa.
"Do you really and truly know a Count?" asked Bella, backing away from Rose with eyes as big as saucers.
"Know Antonio de Vallambrosa! I should think I did," replied Rose.
"Nobody in this country knows him so well, I fancy."