The Marquis constantly fell into the most terrible excess of passion when informed of the failure of these supposed attempts.
Still He would not credit that the succeeding ones would have the same fate, but flattered himself that the next would prove more fortunate.
Theodore was the only one who exerted himself to realize his Master's Chimoeras.

He was eternally busied in planning schemes for entering the Convent, or at least of obtaining from the Nuns some intelligence of Agnes.

To execute these schemes was the only inducement which could prevail on him to quit Don Raymond.

He became a very Proteus, changing his shape every day; but all his metamorphoses were to very little purpose: He regularly returned to the Palace de las Cisternas without any intelligence to confirm his Master's hopes.

One day He took it into his head to disguise himself as a Beggar.