VIII.

Sudden a tall gaunt man before her stood, With hat broad-flapping slouched upon his face, Xaquéta and buckled shoon: in masking mood He seemed, half-monk and half of worldlier race. He raised his head, his features showed apace. Screamed Isabel who saw ’twas Fray Beltrán, Don Carlos’ brother who a rival place Had sought in Isidora’s heart, and ran, When Carlos he had smote, to cloisters fenced from man.