behaved well, and my valet kept a strict eye upon them.
The horses being put before my travelling-chaise, I asked Adela what place she would choose for her future residence? She replied, that she could not think of ever coming before her father's presence, as the overwhelming consciousness of her guilt would render death a thousand times more welcome, than the sight of an austere father. She had no objection to retire to the convent of the Penitent Sifters at Seville, or any other religious house in Spain, to which I might condescend to send her. The abbess of the cloister at Seville being a friend of my late mother's, I told her, that she would be best treated there. She readily consented, and we set out. On the road, I agreed with her, on what we should say to the abbess respecting her separation, and how I would satisfy the enquiries of her own family.
Have I really power enough to describe our parting? Scarce can I imagine how nature could endure it. During the whole journey, Adela never opened her lips, and the
