I had not ventured till now, to mention Francisca s name a second time tor Don Pedro. He seemed to have heard no farther from her, and the child appeared to make him forget his mother.
One morning he came to my apartments, quite out of breath, to let me know, that his wife had returned. —"To tell you the truth, said he, "I am quite indifferent about the matter. She is again melancholy, and weeps for hours; but as I told her, Don Carlos would much rejoice to see her, she quite melted in tears. What may this signify, Sennor, don t you know?"
I much suspected the drift of this question, and his eyes seemed eager to provoke an answer —"So?" replied I smiling. "Indeed, I am glad of it; the is probably in love with me."
The indifference with which I uttered this, quite disconcerted him; and trying to rally His spirits—"How do you mean?" resumed he, "you are very absurd to-day, Don Carlos."
