Lisbon had been delightful during the summer,--parties to Cintra, excursions through the surrounding country, were of daily occurrence; and as my friend was a favorite everywhere, his life was one of continued amusement.
"Do you know, Charley, had it been any other man than yourself, I should not have spared him; for I have fallen head over ears in love with your little dark-eyed Portuguese." "Ah, Donna Inez, you mean ?" "Yes, it is she I mean, and you need not affect such an air of uncommon _nonchalance_.

She's the loveliest girl in Lisbon, and with fortune to pay off all the mortgages in Connemara." "Oh, faith! I admire her amazingly; but as I never flattered myself upon any preference--" "Come, come, Charley, no concealment, my old fellow; every one knows the thing's settled.

Your old friend, Sir George Dashwood, told me yesterday." "Yesterday! Why, is he here, at Lisbon ?" "To be sure he is; didn't I tell you that before?
Confound it, what a head I have! Why, man, he's come out as deputy adjutant-general; but for him I should not have got renewed leave." "And Miss Dashwood, is she here ?" "Yes, she came with him.

By Jove, how handsome she is,--quite a different style of thing from our dark friend, but, to my thinking, even handsomer.
Hammersley seems of my opinion, too." "How! Is Hammersley at Lisbon ?" "On the staff here.

But, confound it, what makes you so red, you have no ill-feeling towards him now.