I wished to be satisfied with my own eyes, and got up early on Sunday morning and followed her. I knew that she would call for her cousin, so I went on to the church. I placed myself by the sacristy-door, where I could see without being seen. I waited a quarter of an hour, then they came in, and after kneeling down for a few moments, separated, each going to her own confessor. I only noticed Donna Ignazia; I saw her going to the confessional, and the confessor turning towards her. I waited patiently. I thought the confession would never come to an end. "What is he saying?" I repeated to myself as I saw the confessor speaking to her now and again. I could bear it no longer, and I was on the point of going away when I saw her rise from her knees. Donna Ignazia, looking like a saint, came to kneel in the church, but out of my sight. I thought she would come forward to receive the Holy Communion at the end of the Mass that was being said, but instead of that she went towards the door, rejoined her cousin and they left the church. I was astonished. My heart was seized with a pang of remorse. "It's all over," I said to myself. "The poor girl has made a sincere and full confession, she has avowed her love, and the priest's cruel duty has made him refuse her absolution. "All is lost. What will come of it?" "My peace of mind and hers require me to leave her. "Wretch that I am, to have lost all for all! I should have made allowance for the peculiar Spanish character. "I might have enjoyed her by surprise now and again; the difficulty would have added piquancy to the intrigue. I have behaved as if I were once more twenty, and I have lost all. "At dinner she will be all sad and tearful. I must find some way out of this terrible situation." Thus soliloquising, I came home ill pleased with the line of conduct I had adopted. My hairdresser was waiting for me, but I sent him away, and told my cook not to serve my dinner till I ordered it; then, feeling the need of rest, I flung myself on my bed and slept profoundly till one o'clock. I got up and ordered dinner to be brought in, and sent a message to the father and daughter that I was expecting them. My surprise may be imagined when Donna Ignazia appeared in a costume of black velvet, adorned with ribbons and lace. In my opinion there is no more seductive costume in Europe when the wearer is pretty. I also noticed that every feature of her face breathed peace and calm; I had never seen her looking so well, and I could not help congratulating her. She replied with a smile, and I gave her a kiss, which she took as meekly as a lamb. Philippe arrived, and we sat down to table. I saw that my fair sweetheart had crossed the Rubicon; the day was won. "I am going to be happy," said she, "but let us say nothing, and it will come of itself." However, I did not conceal my bliss, and made love to her whenever the servant was out of the room. She was not only submissive, but even ardent.