His mind was too great to be vindictive, and I have frequently heard him say, with the greatest coolness, that no mortal could offend him.

He was gallant, without being tender.

He played with women as with so many pretty children.

He amused himself with the mistresses of his friends, but I never knew him to have one of his own, nor the least desire for it.

The emanations from the virtue with which his heart was stored, never permitted the fire of the passions to excite sensual desires.
After his travels he married, died young, and left children; and, I am as convinced as of my existence, that his wife was the first and only woman with whom he ever tasted of the pleasures of love.
Externally he was devout, like a Spaniard, but in his heart he had the piety of an angel.