Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 1, 2025
"Yes," answered d'Aguilar, taking no notice of his tone, "she is well enough to fill the place, not of a merchant's daughter, but of a great lady a countess reigning over towns and lands, or a queen even; the royal robes and ornaments would become that carriage and that brow."
So the end of it was that Peter went, shaking his head, while, urged to it by her father, Margaret departed also to array herself. A few minutes later Castell, in his costliest feast-day robe, greeted d'Aguilar in the ante-hall, and, the two of them being alone, asked him how matters went as regarded de Ayala and the man who had been killed. "Well and ill," answered d'Aguilar.
I pray you let me pass." "Not till you have heard me out, Senora, when I trust that your words will be more gentle. See now I am a great man in my own country. Although it suits me to pass here incognito as plain Senor d'Aguilar I am the Marquis of Morella, the nephew of Ferdinand the King, with some wealth and station, official and private. If you disbelieve me, I can prove it to you."
"Now," she said to d'Aguilar, "the truth, and be swift with it. What means this woman?" "She knows best," answered d'Aguilar uneasily. "It has pleased her to wrap herself in this web of conceits." "Which it has pleased you to spin, perchance. Speak, girl!" "He made love to me," gasped Betty; "and I love him. He promised to marry me. He sent me a letter but to-day here it is," and she drew it out.
He brought with him the Spaniard, Don Alphonso d'Aguilar; I think there is a faint family likeness between him and Falkland. Mr. Mandeville brought also a letter from Julia. She will be here the day after to-morrow. The letter is short, but kind: she does not allude to him; it is some days since I heard from him. I have resolved, Monkton, to go to her again!
Next morning she was up early, clothed in her riding-dress, for the day was very fine, and by seven o'clock d'Aguilar appeared, mounted on a great horse. Then the Spanish jennet was brought out, and deftly he lifted her to the saddle, showing her how she must pull but lightly on the reins, and urge or check her steed with her voice alone, using no whip or spur.
And, casting the pen down, he turned his stool round impatiently. Yes! there sure enough stood d'Aguilar, very handsomely arrayed, and smiling and bowing as was his custom. "Losses?" said d'Aguilar. "Do I hear the wealthy John Castell, who holds half the trade with Spain in the hollow of his hand, talk of losses?" "Yes, Senor, you do.
"My good friend Juan Bernaldez is right," he said to himself; "d'Aguilar, or the Marquis Morella, does not nose me and the others out for nothing. Well, I shall not trust myself in Spain, and the money, most of it, except what is still to come from Spain, is put out where it will never be found by him, at good interest too.
"Have done," said d'Aguilar quietly, for it was he, speaking in Spanish. "You fools! do you want to see every Spaniard in London torn to pieces? As for that drunken brute," and he touched the corpse of Andrew with his foot, "he brought his death upon himself. Moreover, he was not a Spaniard, there is no blood quarrel. Come, obey me! or must I tell you who I am?"
"Indeed yes, I paid it. De Ayala gives no receipts against promises." "I thank you for your courtesy, Senor. You shall have the gold before you leave this house. Few would have trusted a stranger thus far." D'Aguilar waved his hand. "Make no mention of such a trifle. I would ask you to accept it as a token of my regard for your family, only that would be to affront so wealthy a man.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking