The next day _Constantia_ appear’d, but so alter’d, that ’twas not difficult to imagine what she had suffer’d. _Agnes_ was the most impatient to approach her, and the Princess could not forbear weeping, They were both silent for some time, and _Constantia_ attributed this silence of _Agnes_ to some Remorse which she felt: and this unhappy Maid being able to hold no longer; ‘Is it possible, Madam, (said she) that two Days should have taken from me all the Goodness you had for me? What have I done? And for what do you punish me?’ The Princess regarded her with a languishing Look, and return’d her no Answer but Sighs. _Agnes_, offended with this reserve, went out with very great Dissatisfaction and Anger; which contributed to her being thought criminal. The Prince came in immediately after, and found _Constantia_ more disorder’d than usual, and conjur’d her in a most obliging manner to take care of her Health: _The greatest good for me_ (said she) _is not the Continuation of my Life; I should have more care of it if I loved you less: but--_ She could not proceed; and the Prince, excessively afflicted at her trouble, sigh’d sadly, without making her any answer, which redoubled her Grief. Spite then began to mix it self; and all things persuading the Princess that they made a Sacrifice of her, she would enter into no Explanation with her Husband, but suffered him to go away without saying any thing to him. Nothing is more capable of troubling our Reason, and consuming our Health, than secret Notions of Jealousy in Solitude. _Constantia_, who us’d to open her Heart freely to _Agnes_, now believing she had deceiv’d her, abandon’d her self so absolutely to Grief, that she was ready to sink under it; she immediately fell sick with the violence of it, and all the Court was concern’d at this Misfortune: _Don Pedro_ was truly afflicted at it, but _Agnes_ more than all the World beside. _Constantia’s_ Coldness towards her, made her continually sigh; and her Distemper created merely by fancy, caus’d her to reflect on every thing that offer’d it self to her Memory: so that at last she began even to fear her self, and to reproach her self for what the Princess suffer’d. But the Distemper began to be such, that they fear’d _Constantia’s_ Death, and she her self began to feel the Approaches of it. This Thought did not at all disquiet her: she look’d on Death as the only relief from all her Torments; and regarded the Despair of all that approach’d her without the least concern.