"You see, my dear Pedro, I am very buy. Pardon my frankness. I shall be very happy to see you both here in the afternoon. For the present, I must bid you good bye."
I shook hands with him, and he went away quite confused and melancholy.
How is this? said I to myself. Francisca's come back, yet she bade me an everlasting farewell to her husband, threatening to kill herself!—And the strange and suspicious manner in which the former came to tell me of her arrival!—Either Pedro is a fool or a knave—and who's the dupe?—Carlos, if he suffer a friend to outwit him.
At this moment I went to the window, and found Elmira's name written on one of the panes. Just Heaven! cried I, who has done this? At the same moment all the scenes of my wedding-day returned with the most painful sensations to my remembrance. I painted to myself the hour when I lock'd the charming Elmira in my arms, and the dreadful moment, when in those very arms that had opened themselves to make her for ever happy, she sunk, struck by the hand of death.
