the　alarm：　　She　blamed　my　conduct；　and　has　absolutely　forbidden
  me　to　let　you　know　our　abode。　　My　strong　sense　of　gratitude　for
  your　kind　offers　of　service；　and　。　。　。　　Shall　I　confess　it？　my
  desire　to　behold　once　more　the　too　amiable　Don　Christoval；　will
  not　permit　my　obeying　her　injunctions。　　I　have　therefore　stolen　a
  moment　to　inform　you；　that　we　lodge　in　the　Strada　di　San　Iago；
  four　doors　from　the　Palace　d'Albornos；　and　nearly　opposite　to　the
  Barber's　Miguel　Coello。　　Enquire　for　Donna　Elvira　Dalfa；　since　in
  compliance　with　her　Father…in…law's　order；　my　Sister　continues　to
  be　called　by　her　maiden　name。　　At　eight　this　evening　you　will　be
  sure　of　finding　us：　　But　let　not　a　word　drop　which　may　raise　a
  suspicion　of　my　having　written　this　letter。　　Should　you　see　the
  Conde　d'Ossorio；　tell　him　。　。　。　　I　blush　while　I　declare　it　。　。　。
  Tell　him　that　his　presence　will　be　but　too　acceptable　to　the
  sympathetic　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Leonella。
  The　latter　sentences　were　written　in　red　ink；　to　express　the
  blushes　of　her　cheek；　while　She　committed　an　outrage　upon　her
  virgin　modesty。
  Lorenzo　had　no　sooner　perused　this　note　than　He　set　out　in
  search　of　Don　Christoval。　　Not　being　able　to　find　him　in　the
  course　of　the　day；　He　proceeded　to　Donna　Elvira's　alone；　to
  Leonella's　infinite　disappointment。　　The　Domestic　by　whom　He
  sent　up　his　name；　having　already　declared　his　Lady　to　be　at　home；
  She　had　no　excuse　for　refusing　his　visit：　　Yet　She　consented　to
  receive　it　with　much　reluctance。　　That　reluctance　was　increased
  by　the　changes　which　his　approach　produced　in　Antonia's
  countenance；　nor　was　it　by　any　means　abated　when　the　Youth
  himself　appeared。　　The　symmetry　of　his　person；　animation　of　his
  features；　and　natural　elegance　of　his　manners　and　address；
  convinced　Elvira　that　such　a　Guest　must　be　dangerous　for　her
  Daughter。　　She　resolved　to　treat　him　with　distant　politeness；　to
  decline　his　services　with　gratitude　for　the　tender　of　them；　and
  to　make　him　feel；　without　offence；　that　his　future　visits　would
  be　far　from　acceptable。
  On　his　entrance　He　found　Elvira；　who　was　indisposed；　reclining
  upon　a　Sopha：　　Antonia　sat　by　her　embroidery　frame；　and　Leonella；
  in　a　pastoral　dress；　held　'Montemayor's　Diana。'　　In　spite　of
  her　being　the　Mother　of　Antonia；　Lorenzo　could　not　help　expecting
  to　find　in　Elvira　Leonella's　true　Sister；　and　the　Daughter　of　'as
  honest　a　painstaking　Shoe…maker；　as　any　in　Cordova。'　　A　single
  glance　was　sufficient　to　undeceive　him。　　He　beheld　a　Woman　whose
  features；　though　impaired　by　time　and　sorrow；　still　bore　the
  marks　of　distinguished　beauty：　　A　serious　dignity　reigned　upon
  her　countenance；　but　was　tempered　by　a　grace　and　sweetness　which
  rendered　her　truly　enchanting。　　Lorenzo　fancied　that　She　must
  have　resembled　her　Daughter　in　her　youth；　and　readily　excused　the
  imprudence　of　the　late　Conde　de　las　Cisternas。　　She　desired　him
  to　be　seated；　and　immediately　resumed　her　place　upon　the　Sopha。
  Antonia　received　him　with　a　simple　reverence；　and　continued　her
  work：　　Her　cheeks　were　suffused　with　crimson；　and　She　strove　to
  conceal　her　emotion　by　leaning　over　her　embroidery　frame。　　Her
  Aunt　also　chose　to　play　off　her　airs　of　modesty；　She　affected　to
  blush　and　tremble；　and　waited　with　her　eyes　cast　down　to　receive；
  as　She　expected；　the　compliments　of　Don　Christoval。　　Finding
  after　some　time　that　no　sign　of　his　approach　was　given；　She
  ventured　to　look　round　the　room；　and　perceived　with　vexation　that
  Medina　was　unaccompanied。　　Impatience　would　not　permit　her
  waiting　for　an　explanation：　Interrupting　Lorenzo；　who　was
  delivering　Raymond's　message；　She　desired　to　know　what　was　become
  of　his　Friend。
  He；　who　thought　it　necessary　to　maintain　himself　in　her　good
  graces；　strove　to　console　her　under　her　disappointment　by
  committing　a　little　violence　upon　truth。
  'Ah！　Segnora；'　He　replied　in　a　melancholy　voice　'How　grieved　will
  He　be　at　losing　this　opportunity　of　paying　you　his　respects！　　A
  Relation's　illness　has　obliged　him　to　quit　Madrid　in　haste：　　But
  on　his　return；　He　will　doubtless　seize　the　first　moment　with
  transport　to　throw　himself　at　your　feet！'
  As　He　said　this；　his　eyes　met　those　of　Elvira：　　She　punished　his
  falsehood　sufficiently　by　darting　at　him　a　look　expressive　of
  displeasure　and　reproach。　　Neither　did　the　deceit　answer　his
  intention。　　Vexed　and　disappointed　Leonella　rose　from　her　seat；
  and　retired　in　dudgeon　to　her　own　apartment。
  Lorenzo　hastened　to　repair　the　fault；　which　had　injured　him　in
  Elvira's　opinion。　　He　related　his　conversation　with　the　Marquis
  respecting　her：　　He　assured　her　that　Raymond　was　prepared　to
  acknowledge　her　for　his　Brother's　Widow；　and　that　till　it　was　in
  his　power　to　pay　his　compliments　to　her　in　person；　Lorenzo　was
  commissioned　to　supply　his　place。　　This　intelligence　relieved
  Elvira　from　an　heavy　weight　of　uneasiness：　　She　had　now　found　a
  Protector　for　the　fatherless　Antonia；　for　whose　future　fortunes
  She　had　suffered　the　greatest　apprehensions。　　She　was　not　sparing
  of　her　thanks　to　him　who　had　interfered　so　generously　in　her
  behalf；　But　still　She　gave　him　no　invitation　to　repeat　his　visit。
  However；　when　upon　rising　to　depart　He　requested　permission　to
  enquire　after　her　health　occasionally；　the　polite　earnestness　of
  his　manner；　gratitude　for　his　services；　and　respect　for　his
  Friend　the　Marquis；　would　not　admit　of　a　refusal。　　She　consented
  reluctantly　to　receive　him：　　He　promised　not　to　abuse　her
  goodness；　and　quitted　the　House。
  Antonia　was　now　left　alone　with　her　Mother：　　A　temporary　silence
  ensued。　　Both　wished　to　speak　upon　the　same　subject；　but　Neither
  knew　how　to　introduce　it。　　The　one　felt　a　bashfulness　which
  sealed　up　her　lips；　and　for　which　She　could　not　account：　　The
  other　feared　to　find　her　apprehensions　true；　or　to　inspire　her
  Daughter　with　notions　to　which　She　might　be　still　a　Stranger。　　At
  length　Elvira　began　the　conversation。
  'That　is　a　charming　young　Man；　Antonia；　I　am　much　pleased　with
  him。　　Was　He　long　near　you　yesterday　in　the　Cathedral？'
  'He　quitted　me　not　for　a　moment　while　I　staid　in　the　Church：　　He
  gave　me　his　seat；　and　was　very　obliging　and　attentive。'
  'Indeed？　　Why　then　have　you　never　mentioned　his　name　to　me？　　Your
  Aunt　lanched　out　in　praise　of　his　Friend；　and　you　vaunted
  Ambrosio's　eloquence：　　But　Neither　said　a　word　of　Don　Lorenzo's
  person　and　accomplishments。　　Had　not　Leonella　spoken　of　his
  readiness　to　undertake　our　cause；　I　should　not　have　known　him　to
  be　in　existence。'
  She　paused。　　Antonia　coloured；　but　was　silent。
  'Perhaps　you　judge　him　less　favourably　than　I　do。　　In　my　opinion
  his　figure　is　pleasing；　his　conversation　sensible；　and　manners
  engaging。　　Still　He　may　have　struck　you　differently：　　You　may
  think　him　disagreeable；　and　。　。　。'。
  'Disagreeable？　Oh！　dear　Mother；　how　should　I　possibly　think　him
  so？　　I　should　be　very　ungrateful　were　I　not　sensible　of　his
  kindness　yesterday；　and　very　blind　if　his　merits　had　escaped　me。
  His　figure　is　so　graceful；　so　noble！　　His　manners　so　gentle；　yet
  so　manly！　　I　never　yet　saw　so　many　accomplishments　united　in　one
  person；　and　I　doubt　whether　Madrid　can　produce　his　equal。'
  'Why　then　were　you　so　silent　in　praise　of　this　Phoenix　of　Madrid？
  Why　was　it　concealed　from　me　that　his　society　had　afforded　you
  pleasure？'
  'In　truth；　I　know　not：　　You　ask　me　a　question　which　I　cannot
  resolve　myself。　　I　was　on　the　point　of　mentioning　him　a　thousand
  times：　　His　name　was　constantly　upon　my　lips；　but　when　I　would
  have　pronounced　it；　I　wanted　courage　to　execute　my　design。
  However；　if　I　did　not　speak　of　him；　it　was　not　that　I　thought　of
  him　the　less。'
  'That　I　believe；　But　shall　I　tell　you　why　you　wanted　courage？　　It
  was　because；　accustomed　to　confide　to　me　your　most　secret
  thoughts；　you　knew　not　how　to　conceal；　yet　feared　to　acknowledge；
  that　your　heart　nourished　a　sentiment　which　you　were　conscious　I
  should　disapprove。　　Come　hither　to　me；　my　Child。'
  Antonia　quitted　her　embroidery　frame；　threw　herself　upon　her
  knees　by　the　Sopha；　and　hid　her　face　in　her　Mother's　lap。
  'Fear　not；　my　sweet　Girl！　　Consider　me　equally　as　your　Friend　and
  Parent；　and　apprehend　no　reproof　from　me。　　I　have　read　the
  emotions　of　your　bosom；　you　are　yet　ill…skilled　in　concealing
  them；　and　they　could　not　escape　my　attentive　eye。　　This　Lorenzo
  is　dangerous　to　your　repose；　He　has　already　made　an　impression
  upon　your　heart。　　'Tis　true　that　I　perceive　easily　that　your
  affection　is　returned；　But　what　can　be　the　consequences　of　this
  attachment？　　You　are　poor　and　friendless；　my　Antonia；　Lorenzo　is
  the　Heir　of　the　Duke　of　Medina　Celi。　　Even　should　Himself　mean
  honourably；　his　Uncle　never　will　consent　to　your　union；　Nor
  without　that　Uncle's　consent；　will　I。　　By　sad　experience　I　know
  what　sorrows　She　must　endure；　who　marries　into　a　family　unwilling
  to　receive　her。　　Then　struggle　with　your　affection：　　Whatever
  pains　it　may　cost　you；　strive　to　conquer　it。　　Your　heart　is
  tender　and　susceptible：　　It　has　already　received　a　strong
  impression；　But　when　once　convinced　that　you　should　not　encourage
  such　sentiments；　I　trust；　that　you　have　sufficient　fortitude　to
  drive　them　from　your　bosom。'
  Antonia　kissed　her　hand；　and　pro