Lone and defenceless as we were, thy wife and child, with but one attendant I feared him not; but I trembled at thy return, for I knew that thou went a Spaniard, a Castilian, and that beneath thy calm and gentle seeming lurked pride, and jealousy, and revenge.

Thy letter came, the only letter since thy absence, the last letter from thee I may ever weep over, and lay upon my heart.

Thy relation was dead, and his wealth enriched a nearer heir.

Thou wert to return.

The day in which I might expect thee approached--it arrived.