And now," added Calderon, with a self-mocking sneer, "comes the era which the poets have not chronicled; for fraud, and hypocrisy, and vice, know no poets!" The quick step of Fonseca interrupted the courtier's reverie.

He turned, knit his brow, and sighed heavily, as if nerving himself to some effort; but his brow was smooth, and his aspect cheerful, ere Fonseca reached his side.
"Give me joy--give me joy, dear Calderon! she has consented.

Now, then, your promised aid." "You can depend upon the fidelity of your friendly porter?
"With my life." "A master key to the back-door of the chapel has been made ?" "See, I have it." "And Beatriz can contrive to secrete herself in the confessional at the hour of the night prayers ?" "There is no doubt of her doing so with safety.

The number of the novices is so great, that one of them cannot well be missed." "So much, then, for your part of the enterprise.

Now for mine.