my anger. Don Bernardos, who had had more frequent opportunities to study the peculiarities of my character, seemed to entertain some secret apprehensions of my being very much irritated, and no doubt advised Adela to submit, but she was determined to have her own way.
We left the society, and rode back to the villa. I never said a word to my wife, and my heart was full of bitterness and gloomy dissatisfaction. I began to give vent to my sadness by fetching a deep sigh, when Don Bernardos beckoned Adela, who stopped her horse, and led it more to my side of the way.
"What means this change, Don Carlos?" began she after a long silence, and in a tone of voice not the most gentle.
"There's no change, Madam, that I know," ansewred I with a blunt and severe harshness, proceeding from the heart. She now appeared to me as if I had never known her. My mind was made up, and I did not much care for any thing that was to follow.
