"I did not like dances, but as soon as you wore a long dress you had to attend.
It was the custom. I recall when the first dance was held at home, on December 12.
It was time and I did not want to get dressed for the dance. I preferred to go to bed but I had to go because I had promised.
So I went. It was on this occasion one of my brothers introduced me to my future husband.
On December 24 I went to another dance. There he was. When he spoke to me I almost died, he paid me such compliments and made such outlandish statements!
I was very embarrassed. However, it was very nice to see so many men come up to me and invite me to dance.
I was so ashamed for I did not know how to treat them. They all liked me very much.
But I was going steady, with Pancho, yet they kept on courting me. I did not know why.
One day, just for fun, I counted some twenty-two suitors, quite rich ones, but I loved only Pancho and never cared for anyone else (Aut., 69-70).
"I am going to tell here how I fell in love with my intended, whom I married many years later.
"On January 16, 1876, I was taken to a family dance (at San Luis they danced a lot), where he proposed and I immediately responded to his feelings.
I had never heard love spoken of and here I am hearing him say that he would suffer a great deal if I did not love him and that he would be very unhappy if I did not feel the same toward him and a thousand other things of the sort which, at first, left me cold.
I did not believe I was capable of inspiring tenderness and my heart was overcome. I found it amazing that anyone could suffer because I did not love him.
I told him then that I also loved him and it was not worthwhile to suffer for so little a thing.
"On returning home, I was upset and felt a weight on my heart. A strange thing had just happened to me.
I felt a certain disquiet and was even somewhat afraid. I forbade Pancho to write to me.
He complied until May when we met occasionally outside since my family rightly thought I was too young.
We were engaged for nine years before we married. I must gratefully say that Pancho never took advantage of my simplicity.
As a fiancée he was always correct and respectful. On my part, from the very first letter, I strove to raise him up to God.
I had the satisfaction of seeing him ever inclined to piety. I spoke to him about his religious duties, about love of the Blessed Virgin.
He, in turn, sent me prayers, religious poems and a copy of the Imitation of Christ packaged in a very pretty case... I urged him to frequent the sacraments as often as possible.
Later, I never stopped being concerned about his soul (Aut., 70-72).
"My betrothal never troubled me as an obstacle to my belonging to God. It seemed to me so easy to combine them both!
When I went to bed and was alone, I thought of Pancho, then of the Eucharist which was my greatest delight.
I went to Communion every day and it was on those days that I saw him go by. Thinking of him did not hinder me from praying. I made myself look as lovely as I could and I dressed myself elegantly to please him.
I would go to the theater, and to dances for the sole purpose of seeing him. Nothing else did I care for.
But in the midst of all this I never forgot God. I dreamed of Him as constantly as I could and He drew me to Him in an indescribable way.
"Under my silken gowns - I did not care whether they were but of cotton - at the theater and at the dance I wore a belt of haircloth, delighting in this for the sake my Jesus (Aut., 1, 73-74).