Is your escape possible?
I fear not.

No; you must trust to my chance of persuading the duke into prosecuting the matter no further; trust to some mightier scheme engrossing all his thoughts; to a fit of good-humour after his siesta; or, perhaps, an attack of the gout, or a stroke of apoplexy.

Such, after all, are the chances of human felicity, the pivots on which turns the solemn wheel of human life." Fonseca made no reply for some moments; he traversed the room with hasty and disordered strides, and at last stopped abruptly.
"Calderon, there is no option; I must throw myself on your generosity, your faith, your friendship.

I will write to Beatriz; I will tell her, for my sake, to confide in you." As he spoke, Don Martin turned to the table, and wrote a hasty and impassioned note, in which he implored the novice to trust herself to the directions of Don Roderigo Calderon, his best, his only friend; and, as he placed this letter in the hands of the courtier he turned aside to conceal his emotions.

Calderon himself was deeply moved: his cheek was flushed, and his hand seemed tremulous as it took the letter.
"Remember," said Fonseca, "that I trust to you my life of life.