The proud Eugenia was so extremely mortified at my imprisonment and
bankruptcy, the shame of which she thought would fall on her only, that
she could not be consoled, and died very shortly after; and as she left
no child, I found myself under the obligation of refunding her dowry,
which under my present circumstances, could not fail to destroy my every
project. To tell the truth, therefore, the tears I shed at her death
were not the effect of the loss of my wife, but of regret for my money
which she had so foolishly squandered, and for her’s which I had to
return to her father. Notwithstanding which I did not fail to act the
good husband, and ordered her funeral so superb, that my creditors
murmured at it. Though I had now become a widower, I did not cease to
live on good terms with Don Andrea. Besides that I could not have gained
any thing by tricking him, he was the only man who was in possession of
all my secrets, and I had still occasion for his assistance. I
submitted, therefore, very patiently to all he required of me, and he
was so much pleased with my conduct towards him, that he behaved in an
equally handsome manner towards me.
CHAP. XLIX.
_Guzman, after the death of his Wife, wishes to embrace the
Ecclesiastical life, and with that view repairs to Alcala de
Henarés to study. The fruits of his studies._
After having rendered the last duties to my wife, and her dowry to her
father, I still remained in my own house, which was now all that was my
own; and even this was completely stripped, with the exception of one
room, which Don Andrea, out of compassion, had furnished for me with a
few articles of trifling value. Here I was occupied in making
reflections on the past, and in devising means for my future
subsistence.
What now can I possibly do? said I to myself. I fear I shall find no
more Apothecaries, no Banker like that at Milan, no more relations to
trust their jewels to my care. What then is to become of me? O
Sayavedra, my dear confidant, how do I now miss you! Why can you not be
witness of my troubles when I stand so much in need of your address and
advice? Were you now present, we could together devise some scheme for
my relief; but, alas, I have lost you! I ought no longer to rely on your
assistance, which, perhaps, at this moment, you repent sorely having
ever afforded me.
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