No, Daughter, far from it: I will purify you with wholesome chastisement, and furnish you with full leisure for contrition and remorse.

Hear then my sentence; The ill-judged zeal of your Friends delayed its execution, but cannot now prevent it.

All Madrid believes you to be no more; Your Relations are thoroughly persuaded of your death, and the Nuns your Partizans have assisted at your funeral.

Your existence can never be suspected; I have taken such precautions, as must render it an impenetrable mystery.

Then abandon all thoughts of a World from which you are eternally separated, and employ the few hours which are allowed you, in preparing for the next.' This exordium led me to expect something terrible.