ng a great liking for the young man, saw him go with
some regret.
"Don't stay away longer than you can help," he said kindly. "God keep
you, my boy."
So Luiz parted from his love, and returned to Diu, carrying in his
heart a cherished memory of Lianor, and a tiny miniature of her in his
breast-pocket.
When he arrived at the governor's palace, he went directly to Manuel
Tonza, to inform him of his departure.
The governor, a tall, dark-looking man of more than thirty, bore on
his fine features a look of haughty sternness, mingled with some
cruelty.
He glanced coldly at the young captain, and listened in silence to his
explanations; but, as Luiz drew from his breast a sealed packet, given
him by Don Garcia, Lianor's miniature fell with a crash to the ground,
the jeweled case flying open.
Manuel picked it up from the floor with sudden swiftness, and gazed
admiringly at the pictured face.
"Who is this?" he asked abruptly.
"Lianor de Sa, Don Garcia's daughter.
"Lianor de Sa, and so beautiful as this!" the governor muttered
inaudibly. "I forgot she had grown from a child to a woman; I must see
her. How comes 'it, though, her miniature is in his hands? Surely they
could not have betrothed her to a captain!"
With a gesture of disdain he flung the miniature on the table, and
told Luiz his presence was no longer needed.
Once alone, and a singular smile crossed the governor's face.
"I must pay Don Garcia a visit. It is long since I saw him. I never
dreamt his little daughter had grown up so lovely. Thank Heaven, I am
rich! My jewels and wealth might tempt a queen! I need not fear
refusal from a viceroy's daughter."
Full of complacent contentment, Tonza made hasty preparations for
leaving Diu, and that same evening saw him a welcome guest of Don
Garcia.
He was charmed with Lianor.
In spite of himself, a deep passionate love wakened in his heart for
her, and he determined to win her for his wife.
First he wished to gain Don Garcia over to his side, so took an early
opportunity of speaking to him on the subject.
The viceroy listened in grave silence, and a look of regret stole into
his eyes.
"I am sorry," he said gently. "Why have you come too late? My child is
already betrothed."
"To whom?" hoarsely.
"Luiz Falcam."
"But he is only a captain, and poor! Surely you would not sacrifice
your child to him? Think what riches I could lay at her feet! As my
wife, Lianor would be one of the m
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