Ernest, stepping forward. "But first, my little sister, let me
congratulate you upon dropping from the clouds upon such a
good-natured, good-for-nothing, excellent fellow of a brother, as
myself. And now, gentlemen, I have a boon to ask--where there is so much
joy, why not make all happy at once? There is an unfortunate friend of
mine who, to my certain knowledge, has been all but expiring for that
fair damsel these last five months; and if for once our sweet Inez would
dismiss all feminine disguise, and confess the truth, I suspect she
would plead guilty to the same sin. Come, come, I will spare you," he
added, as the rich blood mantled over DoA+-a Inez's cheek--"that tell-tale
blush is a sufficient answer. Then, why not make them happy?" he added,
more seriously; "the Marquis de La Tour d'Auvergne, the heir of an
ancient line, and a noble fortune, is in every respect a suitable
alliance for either the Conde de Miranda, or General De Lucenay. Besides
which, he is a very presentable young fellow, as you see, not to speak
of the trifle of their being overhead and ears in love with each other
already."
"What say you, my child?--Bah! is it indeed so?" exclaimed the Conde, as
Inez stood motionless, her dark eyes fixed on the ground, and the flush
growing deeper and deeper on her cheek every minute--while Alphonse,
springing forward, declared that he would not think such happiness too
dearly purchased with his life.
"No, no--no dying, if you please. A ghostly mate would be no very
pleasant bridegroom for a young lady. What say you, General? shall we
consent?"
"With all my heart."
"Hurrah! _Vive la joie!_" cried Ernest, tossing his cap into the air.
"Oh, this is too much bliss!" murmured Inez almost inaudibly.
"No, dearest! may you be as happy through life as you have rendered me,"
said the Count, folding her in his arms.
_Edinburgh: Printed by Ballantyne and Hughes, Paul's Work._