There was so much of fervent piety, mingled with so strong a burst of natural feeling, so much of the woman blended with the angel, in her prayers, that Middleton could have forgiven her, had she termed him a Pagan, for the sweetness and interest with which she petitioned in his favour.
The young man waited until his bride arose from her knees, and then he joined her, as if entirely ignorant of what had occurred.
"It is getting late, my Inez," he said, "and Don Augustin would be apt to reproach you with inattention to your health, in being abroad at such an hour.

What then am I to do, who am charged with all his authority, and twice his love ?" "Be like him in every thing," she answered, looking up in his face, with tears in her eyes, and speaking with emphasis; "in every thing.

Imitate my father, Middleton, and I can ask no more of you." "Nor for me, Inez?
I doubt not that I should be all you can wish, were I to become as good as the worthy and respectable Don Augustin.

But you are to make some allowances for the infirmities and habits of a soldier.
Now let us go and join this excellent father." "Not yet," said his bride, gently extricating herself from the arm, that he had thrown around her slight form, while he urged her from the place.
"I have still another duty to perform, before I can submit so implicitly to your orders, soldier though you are.

I promised the worthy Inesella, my faithful nurse, she who, as you heard, has so long been a mother to me, Middleton--I promised her a visit at this hour.