Happily, I recognised in the porter of the convent an old servitor of my father's; he had known me from a child--he dislikes his calling--he will consent to accompany our flight, to share our fortunes: he has promised to convey a letter from me to Beatriz, and to transmit to me her answer." "The stars smile on thee, Don Martin.

When thou hast learned more, consult with me again.

Now, I see a way to assist thee.".