"I cannot go till late; for I have a visit to pay at the palace of the Marchioness of Corcunda, to deliver some jewels I recovered from some robbers in an extraordinary way to a young lady, who will be anxious to hear of their safety," said Don Luis. "What! another young lady in the case? I thought you had foresworn womankind for ever," said Captain Pinto, laughing. "I have seen Donna Clara but once, and am only performing an act of common courtesy," said Don Luis. "Is she very lovely?" asked his friend. "She is perfection," answered Don Luis. "That fully accounts for it," said the Captain. "I thought it would be so. Eternal wretchedness--no comfort but in the grave! Ha! ha!" Volume 2, Chapter IV. When Don Luis reached the palace of the Marchioness of Corcunda, where he had learned that Donna Clara and her father were residing, he saw light streaming from all the windows, and sounds of revelry met his ear. He paused for a moment, doubtful whether he should enter the scene of festivity; but, being still habited in his full dress of the morning, he felt that he was in a proper costume, having also a modest consciousness that he should not be unwelcome to the lady of the mansion, nor, he trusted, to Donna Clara. He therefore boldly approached the door, working his way through a crowd of lackeys, chairmen, and linkboys, and ascended a flight of steps leading to the habitable part of the mansion, following a gay and laughing party of the young and happy. The anterooms were already crowded with company, and in one of them a servant pointed out the marchioness standing ready to receive her guests. As he advanced towards her, people stared at him as one whom their eyes were not accustomed to meet; but none of the fair or young frowned, or seemed displeased at his appearance. Bowing gracefully, he mentioned his name, and expressed his anxiety to pay his respects to Goncalo Christovao and his daughter. "Oh, I have heard of your exploit and gallantry, Senhor Don Luis,--and I know that Goncalo Christovao will be equally anxious again to thank you for the service you rendered his daughter. You will find him on the way to the ball-room," said the old Marchioness, coldly. "And Donna Clara?" said Luis, hesitating. "Her father will inform you," answered the Marchioness, in the same tone as before. What these words could mean Luis could not tell, though they seemed to forebode that he would not be as welcome as he hoped; but he could not inquire further, as he had received a strong hint to proceed; bowing, therefore, to the old lady, he looked eagerly among the crowd for Goncalo Christovao, to have his doubts removed, but he could nowhere perceive him.