I was scarce consoled by the reflection, that my peace of mind was no
longer in peril; for I was now almost indifferent to the opinion which
the lady might entertain of me. I no longer cared a straw about the
reciprocity of a passion the possibility of which had been troubling me.
There would be none to reciprocate.
Thus chagrined, and a little by the same thought consoled, I had ceased
to stare at the senorita; who certainly stared at me in surprise, and as
I fancied, with some degree of indignation.
My rudeness had given her reason; and I could not help perceiving it.
I was about to make the best apology in my power, by hastening away from
the spot--my eyes turned to the ground in a look of humiliation--when
curiosity, more than aught else, prompted me to raise them once more to
the window. I was desirous to know whether my repentance had been
understood and acknowledged.