my maid, and ceased to be one, and he became a traitor and a

"The day which followed the night of my misfortune did not come so

quickly, I imagine, as Don Fernando wished, for when desire has

attained its object, the greatest pleasure is to fly from the scene of

pleasure. I say so because Don Fernando made all haste to leave me,

and by the adroitness of my maid, who was indeed the one who had

admitted him, gained the street before daybreak; but on taking leave

of me he told me, though not with as much earnestness and fervour as