Your midnight vigils do not agree with you; believe me, I speak seriously, you will undermine your health." Her eyes were fixed earnestly on his noble face, beaming with benevolence, and a slight flush tinged her cheek, as she replied, "Dr.Bryant, I am not the devout Catholic you suppose me.

The Padre thinks me remiss in many of my duties, and I am going for a short time to San Jose.

You need not look at me so strangely, I have no idea of becoming a nun, I assure you." "Inez, one of your faith can never be sure of anything; let me entreat you not to go to the convent.

You need recreation, and had much better mount your pony, and canter a couple of miles every morning; it would insure a more healthful state of both body and mind." "I must go, Dr.Bryant." "Well then, good-by, if you must, yet I fear you will not return looking any better." "Adios," and they parted.
Inez's eye followed the retreating form till an adjoining corner intervened.

Then pressing her hand on her heart, as if to still some exquisite pain, she murmured in saddened tones--"Oh! I would lay down my life for your love, yet it is lavished on one who has no heart to give in return.