She heaved lamentable sighs, walked with her arms folded, uttered long soliloquies, and her discourse generally turned upon some forsaken Maid who expired of a broken heart! Her fiery locks were always ornamented with a garland of willow; Every evening She was seen straying upon the Banks of a rivulet by Moonlight; and She declared herself a violent Admirer of murmuring Streams and Nightingales; 'Of lonely haunts, and twilight Groves, 'Places which pale Passion loves!' Such was the state of Leonella's mind, when obliged to quit Madrid.
Elvira was out of patience at all these follies, and endeavoured at persuading her to act like a reasonable Woman.

Her advice was thrown away: Leonella assured her at parting that nothing could make her forget the perfidious Don Christoval.

In this point She was fortunately mistaken.

An honest Youth of Cordova, Journeyman to an Apothecary, found that her fortune would be sufficient to set him up in a genteel Shop of his own: In consequence of this reflection He avowed himself her Admirer.

Leonella was not inflexible.