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Among the cavaliers present who had attracted much attention by his elegance of form and gorgeous attire was one in Mexican costume.

He had flirted with many of the fair belles, and was always in demand for a waltz, so gracefully did he dance, and a favored maiden present was envied by all the others as the Mexican seemed to devote more of his attention to her than to any one else present. At last he said to her:

“Though unknown to you, señorita——”

“How do you know that I am a señorita?” was the low query, in the sweetest of voices.

“My heart tells me that you have never loved, that you are not a wife; but though unknown to you, let me beg that you take a stroll with me in the moonlight. Will you go?”

“Yes.”

The word was hardly audible, but the Mexican drew the tiny hand into his arm and led her from the salon, out upon the piazza, and thence into the moonlit garden, halting at an arbor.

“Do you know that I can tell who you are, señorita?” the man asked.

He saw the start that she gave at his words, and then she asked: