It was agreed between him and his Niece, that She should insinuate the idea to Lorenzo, and She only waited his return to Madrid to propose her Friend to him as his Bride.

The unfortunate events which took place in the interim, prevented her from executing her design.

Virginia wept her loss sincerely, both as a Companion, and as the only Person to whom She could speak of Lorenzo.

Her passion continued to prey upon her heart in secret, and She had almost determined to confess her sentiments to her Mother, when accident once more threw their object in her way.

The sight of him so near her, his politeness, his compassion, his intrepidity, had combined to give new ardour to her affection.