Here, in deep meditation, he would regularly pass certain hours of the day.
As there is a sort of kindred sympathy between those that suffer, I one day resolved to speak to him. After the usual forms of courteous salutation: "Sennor," cried I to him, "I cannot suppress the wish of getting nearer acquainted with you."
After returning the compliment with a pleased smile: "I have long been thinking as much, Don Carlos," replied he; "but as I well know your story, I was apprehensive lest my sufferings should only add to your own. I esteem you, and your friendship will make me infinitely happy."
From this time we sought the remedy of love, in the sweet communications of mutual friendship. But we carefully avoided reviving the images of past felicity, and contented ourselves with the recital of the less interesting particulars of our lives."
One day however, he swerved from the accustomed rule, by relating his story. It appeared, that he had married Donna Francisca, who, amidst the vortex of high-life had proved unfaithful to his bed, and eloped
