ion which immediately
arrested the attention and engaged the interest of the prisoner.

"Do not fear, sir," said he, "that you will be long detained; the power
of your enemy is great, but it will not be of duration. The storm is
already gathering round him; he must be more than man if he escapes the
thunderbolt."

"Do you speak to me thus of my kinsman, the Cardinal-Duke de Lerma?"

"No, Don Martin, pardon me. I spoke of the Marquis de Siete Iglesias.
Are you so great a stranger to Madrid and to the court as to suppose
that the Cardinal de Lerma ever signs a paper but at the instance of Don
Roderigo? Nay, that he ever looks over the paper to which he sets his
hand? Depend upon it, you are here to gratify the avarice or revenge of
the Scourge of Spain."

"Impossible!" cried Fonseca. "Don Roderigo is my friend--my intercessor.
He overwhelms me with his kindness."

"Then you are indeed lost," said the governor, in accents of compassion;
"the tiger always caresses his prey before he devours it. What have you
done to provoke his kindness?"

"Senor," said Fonseca, suspiciously, "you speak with a strange want of
caution to a stranger, and against a man whose power you confess."

"Because I am safe from his revenge; because the Inquisition have
already fixed their fatal eyes upon him; because by that Inquisition I
am not unknown nor unprotected; because I see with joy and triumph
the hour approaching that must render up to justice the pander of the
prince, the betrayer of the king, the robber of the people; because I
have an interest in thee, Don Martin, of which thou wilt be aware when
thou hast learned my name. I am Juan de la Nuza, the father of the
young officer whose life you saved in the assault of the Moriscos, in
Valentia, and I owe you an everlasting gratitude."

There was something in the frank and hearty tone of the governor which
at once won Fonseca's confidence. He became agitated and distracted with
suspicions of his former tutor and present patron.

"What, I ask, hast thou done to attract his notice? Calderon is not
capricious in cruelty. Art thou rich, and does he hope that thou wilt
purchase freedom with five thousand pistoles? No! Hast thou crossed the
path of his ambition? Hast thou been seen with Uzeda? or art thou
in favour with the prince? No, again! Then hast thou some wife, some
sister, some mistress, of rare accomplishments and beauty, with whom
Calderon would gorge the fancy and retain the es