So thought the courtiers: not so the haughty favourite.

There was even a smile of triumph on his lip--a sanguine flush upon his pale cheek, as he turned unheeding from the throng, and then entering his carriage, regained his home.
He had scarcely re-entered his cabinet, ere, faithful to his appointment, Fonseca was announced.
"What tidings, my best of friends ?" exclaimed the soldier.
Calderon shook his head mournfully.
"My dear pupil," said he, in accents of well-affected sympathy, "there is no hope for thee.

Forget this vain dream--return to the army.

I can promise thee promotion, rank, honours; but the hand of Beatriz is beyond my power." "How ?" said Fonseca, turning pale and sinking into a seat.

"How is this?
Why so sudden a change?
Has the queen--" "I have not seen her majesty; but the king is resolved upon this matter: so are the Inquisition.