or Don Florez, bestowed upon me?"

There was a wildness, a ferocity in his air that frightened her; she
stammered out at last:--"for my sins, it is true; but you know, too
well, that I never was false in heart, although when I found out my
mistake, I attempted to conceal my indiscretion."

"Had you, madam, been as virtuous as your sister, all this mischief
would not have happened--and your husband would not now be lying a
corpse, by the hand of his brother."

Donna Teresa fainted at the intelligence, and Don Perez immediately
quitted the house. I hastened to her assistance, and succeeded in
restoring her to life.

"It is but too true," said she, mournfully; "crime will always meet with
punishment, in this world, or in the next. By permitting my love to
overcome the dictates of virtue, by being too fond of my husband, I have
murdered him. Oh God! I have murdered him and rendered the lives of
two others as much a burden to them as my own will ever be. My poor,
dear sister, where is she?"

I tried all my powers of consolation, but in vain: all she requested was
that I would find out where her sister was, and let her know. I set off
upon my melancholy task, and met the people hearing in the body of Don
Florez. I shuddered as it passed by, when I recollected how principal a
part I had acted in the tragedy. I soon gained the information, and
brought it to Donna Teresa. She dressed herself in deep mourning, and,
desiring me to follow her, knocked at the convent gate, and, requesting
to see the superior, was admitted. The superior came out of the parlour
to receive her, not wishing that any one should enter, while Donna
Emilia was in such a state of misery and despair.

"It is my sister that I come to see, madam, and I must not be refused:
lead me to her, and be witness of the scene, if you please."

The superior, who was not aware that Emilia would have refused to see
Donna Teresa, led the way, and we were ushered into the presence of
Emilia, who, looking up as Donna Teresa entered, turned away from her as
if in abhorrence.

"Emilia," said my mistress, "we are born of the same mother, we have
lived as children, and we have grown up together; never did we have a
secret from each other, till this unfortunate mistake occurred. On my
knees, I request you to listen to me, and to believe what I say."

"Plead your cause with your husband, Teresa; it is more necessary to
pacify him than me."

"I have no husband,