I have done: I die blessing thee!" "INEZ." Scarce had he finished those last words, ere the clock struck: it was the hour in which the prince was to arrive.

The thought restored Calderon to the sense of the present time--the approaching peril.

All the cold calculations he had formed for the stranger-novice vanished now.

He kissed the letter passionately, placed it in his breast, and hurried into the chamber where he had left his child.

Our tale returns to Fonseca..