His father, for whom he had but little affection, had made him a liberal allowance which had been spent, so to speak, on his Soul.

It elevated the Spirit of this excellent young man to decorate his rooms in imitation of a sanctuary.
He lived in an atmosphere of aesthetic emotion which he quite mistook for holiness.

He was a dandy in the care of his Soul, and tricked himself out to catch the eye of High Heaven.
The Marquis de Mogente was out.

He had crossed the Plaza, the servant thought to say a prayer in the Cathedral.

On the suggestion of the servant, the Sarrions decided to wait until Leon's return.