“As to that,” replied the officer, “depend upon me.” Then alluding again to my affair of honour, “you cannot imagine,” continued he, “how mortified I feel, that my services should be refused in the only opportunity that I may have of testifying my zeal for you!” He said this with such apparent concern, that I embraced and endeavoured to console him by saying, “that he would have many opportunities in the course of our voyage of manifesting his friendship towards me.” With similar mutual expressions of friendship towards each other, we parted. The first thing I did the next morning was, to send back all the plate to the goldsmiths by my men, who brought me in return my pistoles which were there in pledge. Scarcely had I deposited them in safety again, when one of my cousins called upon me to say that my uncle Don Bertrand expected me to dine with him the next day. I did not fail to accept of this invitation, and found the whole family assembled when I arrived at his house. We sat down to table in good spirits, and our conversation was lively. Before dinner was over, my major-domo, as I had previously desired him, entered the parlour, and coming up to me with a note in his hand, “Colonel Don Antonio,” said he, “has just been to inquire for you at the inn, and not finding you there, has charged me to deliver this letter.” I opened it without ceremony, and took great pains to read it so loud that my uncle, who sat very near me, might hear every word. It ran thus: “I am to be married the day after to-morrow, and I shall fully expect the pleasure of your company on the occasion. I shall never forgive you if you refuse to join us. In addition to this, I have another favour to beg of you: you have often shown me some excellent jewels of your mother’s; I beseech you to lend them to me. My mistress has not dared to bring her own to this country with her. We request them for two days only, and promise to take great care of them. I flatter myself that you will confer this obligation on your friend, DON ANTONIO DE MENDOZA.”