There was in New York a gay, handsome youth, to whom her thoughts lovingly turned.

She had promised to trust him, and to wait for him, and neither silence nor distance had weakened her faith or her affection.

Don Luis had also made her understand how hard it was to leave Isabel, just when he had hoped to woo and win her.

He had asked her to watch over his beloved, and to say a word in his favor when all others would be condemning him.
Her sympathy had been almost a promise, and, indeed, she thought Isabel could hardly have a more suitable lover.

He was handsome, gallant, rich, and of good morals and noble family.