It　might　have　been　a　trifling　circumstance；　but　it　greatly　excited
  my　curiosity。　　I　knew　that　he　had　returned　the　sketch　to　Miss
  Mannersley；　for　I　had　seen　it　in　her　hand。　　Had　she　given　him
  another？　　And　if　so；　why　had　it　been　folded　to　the　destruction　of
  the　drawing？　　Or　was　it　part　of　a　note　which　he　had　destroyed？　　In
  the　first　impulse　of　discovery　I　walked　quickly　with　it　toward　the
  gateway　where　Enriquez　had　disappeared；　intending　to　restore　it　to
  him。　　He　was　just　outside　talking　with　a　young　girl。　　I　started；
  for　it　was　JocastaMiss　Mannersley's　maid。
  With　this　added　discovery　came　that　sense　of　uneasiness　and
  indignation　with　which　we　illogically　are　apt　to　resent　the
  withholding　of　a　friend's　confidence；　even　in　matters　concerning
  only　himself。　　It　was　no　use　for　me　to　reason　that　it　was　no
  business　of　mine；　that　he　was　right　in　keeping　a　secret　that
  concerned　anotherand　a　lady；　but　I　was　afraid　I　was　even　more
  meanly　resentful　because　the　discovery　quite　upset　my　theory　of　his
  conduct　and　of　Miss　Mannersley's　attitude　toward　him。　　I　continued
  to　walk　on　to　the　gateway；　where　I　bade　Enriquez　a　hurried　good…by；
  alleging　the　sudden　remembrance　of　another　engagement；　but　without
  appearing　to　recognize　the　girl；　who　was　moving　away　when；　to　my
  further　discomfiture；　the　rascal　stopped　me　with　an　appealing　wink；
  threw　his　arms　around　my　neck；　whispered　hoarsely　in　my　ear；　〃Ah！
  you　seeyou　comprehendbut　you　are　the　mirror　of　discretion！〃　and
  returned　to　Jocasta。　　But　whether　this　meant　that　he　had　received　a
  message　from　Miss　Mannersley；　or　that　he　was　trying　to　suborn　her
  maid　to　carry　one；　was　still　uncertain。　　He　was　capable　of　either。
  During　the　next　two　or　three　weeks　I　saw　him　frequently；　but　as　I
  had　resolved　to　try　the　effect　of　ignoring　Miss　Mannersley　in　our
  conversation；　I　gathered　little　further　of　their　relations；　and；　to
  my　surprise；　after　one　or　two　characteristic　extravagances　of
  allusion；　Enriquez　dropped　the　subject；　too。　　Only　one　afternoon；
  as　we　were　parting；　he　said　carelessly：　〃My　friend；　you　are　going
  to　the　casa　of　Mannersley　tonight。　　I　too　have　the　honor　of　the
  invitation。　　But　you　will　be　my　Mercurymy　Leporelloyou　will
  take　of　me　a　message　to　thees　Mees　Boston；　that　I　am　crushed；
  desolated；　prostrate；　and　flabbergastedthat　I　cannot　arrive；　for
  I　have　of　that　night　to　sit　up　with　the　grand…aunt　of　my　brother…
  in…law；　who　has　a　quinsy　to　the　death。　　It　is　sad。〃
  This　was　the　first　indication　I　had　received　of　Miss　Mannersley's
  advances。　　I　was　equally　surprised　at　Enriquez'　refusal。
  〃Nonsense！〃　I　said　bluntly。　〃Nothing　keeps　you　from　going。〃
  〃My　friend；〃　returned　Enriquez；　with　a　sudden　lapse　into　languish…
  ment　that　seemed　to　make　him　absolutely　infirm；　〃it　is　everything
  that　shall　restrain　me。　　I　am　not　strong。　　I　shall　become　weak　of
  the　knee　and　tremble　under　the　eye　of　Mees　Boston。　　I　shall
  precipitate　myself　to　the　geologian　by　the　throat。　　Ask　me　another
  conundrum　that　shall　be　easy。〃
  He　seemed　idiotically　inflexible；　and　did　not　go。　　But　I　did。　　I
  found　Miss　Mannersley　exquisitely　dressed　and　looking　singularly
  animated　and　pretty。　　The　lambent　glow　of　her　inscrutable　eye　as
  she　turned　toward　me　might　have　been　flattering　but　for　my
  uneasiness　in　regard　to　Enriquez。　　I　delivered　his　excuses　as
  naturally　as　I　could。　　She　stiffened　for　an　instant；　and　seemed　an
  inch　higher。　　〃I　am　so　sorry；〃　she　said　at　last　in　a　level　voice。
  〃I　thought　he　would　have　been　so　amusing。　　Indeed；　I　had　hoped　we
  might　try　an　old　Moorish　dance　together　which　I　have　found　and　was
  practicing。〃
  〃He　would　have　been　delighted；　I　know。　　It's　a　great　pity　he　didn't
  come　with　me；〃　I　said　quickly；　〃but；〃　I　could　not　help　adding；　with
  emphasis　on　her　words；　〃he　is　such　an　'extraordinary　creature；'　you
  know。〃
  〃I　see　nothing　extraordinary　in　his　devotion　to　an　aged　relative；〃
  returned　Miss　Mannersley　quietly　as　she　turned　away；　〃except　that
  it　justifies　my　respect　for　his　character。〃
  I　do　not　know　why　I　did　not　relate　this　to　him。　　Possibly　I　had
  given　up　trying　to　understand　them；　perhaps　I　was　beginning　to　have
  an　idea　that　he　could　take　care　of　himself。　　But　I　was　somewhat
  surprised　a　few　days　later　when；　after　asking　me　to　go　with　him　to
  a　rodeo　at　his　uncle's　he　added　composedly；　〃You　will　meet　Mees
  Boston。〃
  I　stared；　and　but　for　his　manner　would　have　thought　it　part　of　his
  extravagance。　　For　the　rodeoa　yearly　chase　of　wild　cattle　for　the
  purpose　of　lassoing　and　branding　themwas　a　rather　brutal　affair；
  and　purely　a　man's　function；　it　was　also　a　family　affaira
  property　stock…taking　of　the　great　Spanish　cattle…ownersand
  strangers；　particularly　Americans；　found　it　difficult　to　gain
  access　to　its　mysteries　and　the　fiesta　that　followed。
  〃But　how　did　she　get　an　invitation？〃　I　asked。　　〃You　did　not　dare　to
  ask〃　I　began。
  〃My　friend；〃　said　Enriquez；　with　a　singular　deliberation；　〃the
  great　and　respectable　Boston　herself；　and　her　serene；　venerable
  oncle；　and　other　Boston　magnificos；　have　of　a　truth　done　me　the
  inexpressible　honor　to　solicit　of　my　degraded；　papistical　oncle
  that　she　shall　comethat　she　shall　of　her　own　superior　eye　behold
  the　barbaric　customs　of　our　race。〃
  His　tone　and　manner　were　so　peculiar　that　I　stepped　quickly　before
  him；　laid　my　hands　on　his　shoulders；　and　looked　down　into　his　face。
  But　the　actual　devil　which　I　now　for　the　first　time　saw　in　his　eyes
  went　out　of　them　suddenly；　and　he　relapsed　again　in　affected
  languishment　in　his　chair。　　〃I　shall　be　there；　friend　Pancho；〃　he
  said；　with　a　preposterous　gasp。　　〃I　shall　nerve　my　arm　to　lasso　the
  bull；　and　tumble　him　before　her　at　her　feet。　　I　shall　throw　the
  'buck…jump'　mustang　at　the　same　sacred　spot。　　I　shall　pluck　for　her
  the　buried　chicken　at　full　speed　from　the　ground；　and　present　it　to
  her。　　You　shall　see　it；　friend　Pancho。　　I　shall　be　there。〃
  He　was　as　good　as　his　word。　　When　Don　Pedro　Amador；　his　uncle；
  installed　Miss　Mannersley；　with　Spanish　courtesy；　on　a　raised
  platform　in　the　long　valley　where　the　rodeo　took　place；　the　gallant
  Enriquez　selected　a　bull　from　the　frightened　and　galloping　herd；
  and；　cleverly　isolating　him　from　the　band；　lassoed　his　hind　legs；
  and　threw　him　exactly　before　the　platform　where　Miss　Mannersley　was
  seated。　　It　was　Enriquez　who　caught　the　unbroken　mustang；　sprang
  from　his　own　saddle　to　the　bare　back　of　his　captive；　and　with　the
  lasso　for　a　bridle；　halted　him　on　rigid　haunches　at　Miss
  Mannersley's　feet。　　It　was　Enriquez　who；　in　the　sports　that
  followed；　leaned　from　his　saddle　at　full　speed；　caught　up　the
  chicken　buried　to　its　head　in　the　sand；　without　wringing　its　neck；
  and　tossed　it　unharmed　and　fluttering　toward　his　mistress。　　As　for
  her；　she　wore　the　same　look　of　animation　that　I　had　seen　in　her
  face　at　our　previous　meeting。　　Although　she　did　not　bring　her
  sketchbook　with　her；　as　at　the　bullfight；　she　did　not　shrink　from
  the　branding　of　the　cattle；　which　took　place　under　her　very　eyes。
  Yet　I　had　never　seen　her　and　Enriquez　together；　they　had　never；　to
  my　actual　knowledge；　even　exchanged　words。　　And　now；　although　she
  was　the　guest　of　his　uncle；　his　duties　seemed　to　keep　him　in　the
  field；　and　apart　from　her。　　Nor；　as　far　as　I　could　detect；　did
  either　apparently　make　any　effort　to　have　it　otherwise。　　The
  peculiar　circumstance　seemed　to　attract　no　attention　from　anyone
  else。　　But　for　what　I　alone　knewor　thought　I　knewof　their
  actual　relations；　I　should　have　thought　them　strangers。
  But　I　felt　certain　that　the　fiesta　which　took　place　in　the　broad
  patio　of　Don　Pedro's　casa　would　bring　them　together。　　And　later　in
  the　evening；　as　we　were　all　sitting　on　the　veranda　watching　the
  dancing　of　the　Mexican　women；　whose　white…flounced　sayas　were
  monotonously　rising　and　falling　to　the　strains　of　two　melancholy
  harps；　Miss　Mannersley　rejoined　us　from　the　house。　　She　seemed　to
  be　utterly　absorbed　and　abstracted　in　the　barbaric　dances；　and
  scarcely　moved　as　she　leaned　over　the　railing　with　her　cheek
  resting　on　her　hand。　　Suddenly　she　arose　with　a　little　cry。
  〃What　is　it？〃　asked　two　or　three。
  〃Nothingonly　I　have　lost　my　fan。〃　　She　had　risen；　and　；was
  looking　abstractedly　on　the　floor。
  Half　a　dozen　men　jumped　to　their　feet。　　〃Let　me　fetch　it；〃　they
  said。
  〃No；　thank　you。　　I　think　I　know　where　it　is；　and　will　go　for　it
  myself。〃　　She　was　moving　away。
  But　Don　Pedro　interposed　with　Spanish　gravity。　　Such　a　thing　was
  not　to　be　heard　of　in　his　casa。　　If　the　senorita　would　not　permit
  HIMan　old　manto　go　for　it；　it　must　be　brought　by　Enriquez；　her
  cavalier　of　the　day。
  But　Enriquez　was　not　to　be　found。　　I　glanced　at　Miss　Mannersley's
  somewhat　disturbed　face；　and　begged　her　to　let　me　fetch　it。　　I
  thought　I　saw　a　flush　of　relief　come　into　her　pale　cheek　as　she
  said；　in　a　lower　voice；　〃On　the　stone　seat　in　the　garden。〃
  I　hurried　away；　leaving　Don　Pedro　still　protes