“I have yet another favour to ask. We are strangers in Madrid; my mother needs a confessor, and knows not to whom she should apply. We understand that you never quit the abbey, and alas! my poor mother is unable to come hither! If you would have the goodness, reverend father, to name a proper person, whose wise and pious consolations may soften the agonies of my parent’s deathbed, you will confer an everlasting favour upon hearts not ungrateful.”