Our sainted master (Jesu rest his soul!) called to him a few minutes before he entered my lady's room, and told him not to get his horse ready, as he should walk to the castle.

Lopez asked as to who should attend him, and his reply was he would go alone.

He had done so before, and so we were not surprised; but we were grieved at his look, for it seemed of suffering, unlike himself, and were noticing it to each other as he passed us, after quitting my lady, and so quickly and so absorbed, that he did not return our salutation, which he never in all his life neglected to do before.

My poor, poor master! little did we think we should never see him again!" And the man's unconstrained burst of grief excited anew the indignation of the spectators against the crime, till then almost forgotten, in the intense interest as to the fate of the accused.

Lopez was called, and corroborated the steward's account exactly.
"If he left his house at a quarter before nine, at what hour, think you, he would reach the Calle Soledad ?" From ten to fifteen minutes past the hour, your Reverence, unless detained by calling elsewhere on his way." "Did he mention any intention of so doing ?" The answer was in the negative.