at Roland, beckoning to his servant,
despatched him at full speed on an errand, for each was loitering about,
amusing herself with some object of the scene.

"What has fascinated you yonder?" said Miss Kennyfeck, riding up to
where Roland still stood in wondering admiration at the noble animal.

"The handsomest bull I ever saw!" cried he, in all the ecstasy of a
'Torero;' "who ever beheld such a magnificent fellow? Mark the breadth
of his chest, and the immense fore-arm. See how he lashes his tail
about. No need of bandilleros to rouse your temper.".

"Is there no danger of the creature springing over the paling?" said
Olivia, drawing closer to Cashel, and looking at him with a most
trustful dependence.

Alas for Roland's gallantry, he answered the words and not the glance
that accompanied them.

"No; he'd never think of it, if not excited to some excess of passion.
I 'd not answer for his patience, or our safety either, if really
provoked. See! is not that glorious?" This burst of enthusiasm was
called forth by the bull, seized with some sudden caprice, taking a
circuit of the paddock at full speed, his head now raised majestically
aloft, and now bent to the ground; he snatched some tufts of the grass
as he went, and flung them from him in wild sport.

"Bravo, toro!" cried Cashel, in all the excitement of delight and
admiration. "Viva el toro!" shouted he. "Not a 'Corrida' of the Old
World or the New ever saw a braver beast."

Whether in compliance with his humor, or that she really caught up the
enthusiasm from Cashel, Miss Kennyfeck joined in all his admiration, and
seemed to watch the playful pranks of the great animal with delight.

"How you would enjoy a real 'toro machia!'" said Cashel, as he turned
towards her, and felt that she was far handsomer than he had ever
believed before. Indeed, the heightened color of exercise, and the
flashing brilliancy of her eyes, made her seem so without the additional
charm derived from sympathy with his humor.

"I should delight in it," cried she, with enthusiasm. "Oh, if I could
but see one!"

Cashel drew nearer as she spoke, his dark and piercing eyes fixed with a
look of steadfast admiration, when in a low half-whisper he said, "Would
you really like it? Have these wild and desperate games an attraction
for you?"

"Oh, do not ask me," said she, in the same low voice. "Why should I
confess a wish for that which never can be."

"How can you say that? Have not far