I might even spare to my friends; though after all I should be sorry to lose you, I like you." "Yes," said I half bitterly, "as girls do those they never intend to care for; is it not so ?" "Perhaps, yes, and perhaps--But is it going to rain?
How provoking! and I have ordered my horse.

Well, Signor Carlos, I leave you to your delightful newspaper, and all the magnificent descriptions of battles and sieges and skirmishes of which you seem doomed to pine without ceasing.

There, don't kiss my hand twice; that's not right." "Well, let me begin again--" "I shall not breakfast with you any more.

But tell me, am I to order a costume for you in Lisbon; or will you arrange all that yourself?
You must come to the _fete_, you know." "If you would be so very kind." "I will, then, be so very kind; and once more, _adios_." So saying, and with a slight motion of her hand, she smiled a good-by, and left me.
"What a lovely girl!" thought I, as I rose and walked to the window, muttering to myself Othello's line, and-- "When I love thee not, chaos is come again." In fact, it was the perfect expression of my feeling; the only solution to all the difficulties surrounding me, being to fall desperately, irretrievably in love with the fair senhora, which, all things considered, was not a very desperate resource for a gentleman in trouble.

As I thought over the hopelessness of one attachment, I turned calmly to consider all the favorable points of the other.