ABSTRACT
I WOULD not, if you please, dear Cousin, have you angry that I did not write to you as soon as I arrived at Madrid. I thought it was better to tarry till I was in a condition to tell you something more exactly and curious. I knew that my kinswoman was to go before me as far as Alcobendas, which is about six leagues distance from Madrid. As she was not yet come, and I had a mind to stay for her, Don Frederic de Cardonne proposed to me to go dine at a very fine house, the master whereof was his particular acquaintance. So that instead of going into this little village we crossed by it, and through a walk pleasant enough we came to the house of Don Augustin Pacheco. 1
