I used every means in my power to induce her to change her resolution; The endeavour was fruitless, and I lost a Sister!' 'The luckier fellow you; I think, Lorenzo, you were a considerable gainer by that loss: If I remember right, Donna Agnes had a portion of ten thousand pistoles, half of which reverted to your Lordship.

By St.
Jago! I wish that I had fifty Sisters in the same predicament.

I should consent to losing them every soul without much heart-burning--' 'How, Conde ?' said Lorenzo in an angry voice; 'Do you suppose me base enough to have influenced my Sister's retirement?
Do you suppose that the despicable wish to make myself Master of her fortune could....' 'Admirable! Courage, Don Lorenzo! Now the Man is all in a blaze.

God grant that Antonia may soften that fiery temper, or we shall certainly cut each other's throat before the Month is over! However, to prevent such a tragical Catastrophe for the present, I shall make a retreat, and leave you Master of the field.

Farewell, my Knight of Mount Aetna! Moderate that inflammable disposition, and remember that whenever it is necessary to make love to yonder Harridan, you may reckon upon my services.' He said, and darted out of the Cathedral.
'How wild-brained!' said Lorenzo; 'With so excellent an heart, what pity that He possesses so little solidity of judgment!' The night was now fast advancing.