As you value my peace of mind--of happiness I do not speak--seek not to discover our next retreat.

I implore you to think no more of what has been; you are young, very young.

Life has a thousand paths for you; any one of them will lead you from remembrance of me.

Farewell, again and again! ISORA D'ALVAREZ.
With this note was another, in French, from Don Diego: it was colder and more formal than I could have expected; it thanked me for my attentions towards him; it regretted that he could not take leave of me in person, and it enclosed the sum by the loan of which our acquaintance had commenced.
"It is well!" said I, calmly, to myself, "it is well; I will forget her:" and I rode instantly home.

"But," I resumed in my soliloquy, "I will yet strive to obtain confirmation to what perhaps needs it not.
I will yet strive to see if Gerald can deny the depth of his injuries towards me; there will be at least some comfort in witnessing either his defiance or his confusion." Agreeably to this thought, I hastened to seek Gerald.