Often she has sung to me, and I have sung to her also.

When I told her yesterday that our departure was so near, her heavenly eyes seemed to me suffused with tears.

I must also have looked sorrowful, for she said to me, in a consoling tone, 'Oh, pious, childlike warrior! one may trust you as one trusts an angel.' After midnight, before the morning dawn breaks for your departure, I give you leave to take farewell of me in this very spot.

If you could, however, find a true and discreet comrade to watch the entrance from the street, it would be well, for many a soldier may be passing at that hour through the city on his way from some farewell carouse.

Providence has now sent me such a comrade, and at one o'clock I shall go joyfully to the lovely maiden." "I only wish the service on which you require me were more rich in danger," rejoined Fadrique, "so that I might better prove to you that I am yours with life and limb.