I shed no tears for him, and when, two months after, at a tournament in Brussels, I saw Don Frederic, the son of the great Duke of Alva, fancied myself as much in love with him as ever any lady worshipped her Amadis, though the affair never went beyond looks.

Then the storm, of which I have already spoken, burst, and that put an end to love-making.

I will tell you more about this at some future time; I need not conceal it, for it has been no secret.

Have you ever heard of my sister?
No?
She was older than I, a creature-God never created anything more perfect.

And her singing! She came to my dead aunt's, and there--But I won't excite myself uselessly--in short, the man whom she loved with all the strength of her heart thrust her into misery, and my father cursed and would not stretch out a finger to aid her.