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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!
Things could not have gone worse. D'Aguilar had discovered the secret of his faith through his spies, and, having by some accursed mischance fallen in love with his daughter's beauty, was become his bitter enemy because he must refuse her to him. Why must he refuse her?
"She and her cousin, the Senora Dene, were kidnapped in London by one who I understand is the nephew of the King Ferdinand, and an envoy to the English court, who passed there as the Senor d'Aguilar, but who in Spain is the Marquis of Morella." "Kidnapped! and by Morella!" exclaimed the queen. "Yes, your Majesty, cozened on board his ship and kidnapped.
This is for your information, that you may warn any whom it concerns." "You think that d'Aguilar is this man?" asked Peter, while Castell folded up the letter and hid it in the pocket of his robe. "I do; indeed I have heard already that a fox was on the prowl, and that men should look to their hen-houses.
Although he calls himself plain Don d'Aguilar, in truth he is the Marquis of Morella, and on one side, it is said, of royal blood, if not on both, since he is reported to be the son born out of wedlock of Prince Carlos of Viana, the half-brother of the king.
"Yes, Senor," answered d'Aguilar, rising also; "but add an item to those losses of which you spoke, that of the friendship of Carlos, Marquis de Morella, and on the other side enter again that of his hate. Man!" he added, and his dark, handsome face turned very evil as he spoke, "are you mad? Think of the little tabernacle behind the altar in your chapel, and what it contains."
When she had gone the talk flagged, and presently d'Aguilar asked for his men and horses and departed also, saying as he went: "Friend Castell, you will repeat my news to your good kinsman here. I pray for all your sakes that he may bow his head to what cannot be helped, and thus keep it safe upon his shoulders."
Although my father lost his fortune, I come of good blood, and I suppose that is why I do not care for these low-born men, and would rather remain as I am than marry one of them." "You are quite right," said d'Aguilar in his sympathetic voice. "Do not stain your blood. Marry in your own class, or not at all, which, indeed, should not be difficult for one so beautiful and charming."
In the course of the day, however, Lieutenant D'Aguilar received some hints to the effect that a combination was being made on shore among the slavers to attempt to retake the prize; and, although nothing definite was communicated, it was sufficient warning to him to be on the alert, and to take precautions which saved him and his men from being massacred.
She said she was standing by the side door, taking the air, when Senor d'Aguilar appeared, and, having greeted her, without more words walked into the house, saying that he had an appointment with the master. "With me?" broke in Castell. "I was absent."
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