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Nothing but obedience can save you from the imprisonment of half a life ! '' Awed and subdued by this threat , Fonseca , in gloomy silence , placed his sword in its sheath , and sullenly followed the alguazils . Calderon watched them depart with a thoughtful and absent look ; then , starting from his reverie , he bade his torchbearers proceed , and resumed his way to the Prince of Spain . The next day , at noon , Calderon visited Fonseca in his place of confinement . The young man was seated by a window that overlooked a large dull court-yard , with a neglected and broken fountain in the centre , leaning his cheek upon his hand . His long hair was dishevelled , his dress disordered , and a gloomy frown darkened features naturally open and ingenuous . He started to his feet as Calderon approached .