I am a father, and the protector of my child." "Brave device--notable tale!" cried Philip, scornfully, and placing his back against the door.

"The little actress plays her part well, it must be owned,--it is her trade; but thou art a bungler, my gentle Calderon." For a moment the courtier stood, not irresolute, but overcome with the passions that shook to their centre a nature, the stormy and stern elements of which the habit of years had rather mastered than quelled.
At last, with a fierce cry, he suddenly grasped the prince by the collar of his vest; and, ere Philip could avail himself of his weapon, swung him aside with such violence that he lost his balance and (his foot slipping on the polished floor) fell to the ground.

Calderon then opened the door, lifted Beatriz in both his arms, and fled precipitately down the stairs.

He could no longer trust to chance and delay against the dangers of that abode..