nd. I should be a Villain
could I think of her on any other terms than marriage; and in truth She
seems possessed of every quality requisite to make me happy in a Wife.
Young, lovely, gentle, sensible....'

'Sensible? Why, She said nothing but "Yes," and "No".'

'She did not say much more, I must confess--But then She always said
"Yes," or "No," in the right place.'

'Did She so? Oh! your most obedient! That is using a right Lover's
argument, and I dare dispute no longer with so profound a Casuist.
Suppose we adjourn to the Comedy?'

'It is out of my power. I only arrived last night at Madrid, and have
not yet had an opportunity of seeing my Sister; You know that her
Convent is in this Street, and I was going thither when the Crowd which
I saw thronging into this Church excited my curiosity to know what was
the matter. I shall now pursue my first intention, and probably pass
the Evening with my Sister at the Parlour grate.'

'Your Sister in a Convent, say you? Oh! very true, I had forgotten.
And how does Donna Agnes? I am amazed, Don Lorenzo, how you could
possibly think of immuring so charming a Girl within the walls of a
Cloister!'

'I think of it, Don Christoval? How can you suspect me of such
barbarity? You are conscious that She took the veil by her own desire,
and that particular circumstances made her wish for a seclusion from
the World. I used every means in my power to induce her to change her
resolution; The endeavour was fruitless, and I lost a Sister!'

'The luckier fellow you; I think, Lorenzo, you were a considerable
gainer by that loss: If I remember right, Donna Agnes had a portion of
ten thousand pistoles, half of which reverted to your Lordship. By St.
Jago! I wish that I had fifty Sisters in the same predicament. I should
consent to losing them every soul without much heart-burning--'

'How, Conde?' said Lorenzo in an angry voice; 'Do you suppose me base
enough to have influenced my Sister's retirement? Do you suppose that
the despicable wish to make myself Master of her fortune could....'

'Admirable! Courage, Don Lorenzo! Now the Man is all in a blaze. God
grant that Antonia may soften that fiery temper, or we shall certainly
cut each other's throat before the Month is over! However, to prevent
such a tragical Catastrophe for the present, I shall make a retreat,
and leave you Master of the field. Farewell, my Knight of Mount Aetna!
Moderate that inflammable disposition, a