Imitate my father, Middleton, and I can ask no more of you."
"Nor for me, Inez? I doubt not that I should be all you can wish, were
I to become as good as the worthy and respectable Don Augustin. But
you are to make some allowances for the infirmities and habits of a
soldier. Now let us go and join this excellent father."
"Not yet," said his bride, gently extricating herself from the arm,
that he had thrown around her slight form, while he urged her from the
place. "I have still another duty to perform, before I can submit so
implicitly to your orders, soldier though you are. I promised the
worthy Inesella, my faithful nurse, she who, as you heard, has so long
been a mother to me, Middleton--I promised her a visit at this hour.
It is the last, as she thinks, that she can receive from her own
child, and I cannot disappoint her. Go you then to Don Augustin; in
one short hour I will rejoin you."
"Remember it is but an hour!"
"One hour," repeated Inez, as she kissed her hand to him; and then
blushing, ashamed at her own boldness, she darted from the arbour, and
was seen for an instant gliding towards the cottage of her nurse, in
which, at the next moment, she disappeared.
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