Visitacion was busy with some friends from Madrid, and I had that heartache I sometimes feel when I think of the past.

I felt that I must come and see you, more especially as it is always cool in the Cathedral garden, whereas outside it is as hot as an oven.

Ah! Tomasa! how strong I see you! So slim and so active.

You wear better than I do; you are not wrapped in fat like this sinner, and you have not the pains that disturb my nights.

Your hair is still dark, your teeth are well preserved, and you do not need like this old cardinal to have a mechanism inside your mouth; but all the same, Tomasa, you are just as old as I am.