“He would pay for some of his crimes here the rest he would settle for in purgatory. And you, too, Iza, are you with the Americans?”
“Luis Alveda says they are right.”
“Oh-h! I see! So Luis is to be my brother too. Is that so, little dear?”
“Have you room in your heart for him? Or has this Dare Grant filled it?”
“If I had twenty sisters, I should have room for twenty brothers, if they were like Dare and Luis. But, indeed, Luis had his place there before I knew Dare.”
“And perhaps you may see him soon; he is with Senor Sam Houston. Senor Houston was here not a week ago. Will you think of that? And the mother and uncle of Luis are angry at him; he will be disinherited, and we shall be very poor, I think. But there is always my father, who loves Luis.”
“Luis will win his own inheritance. I think you will be very rich.”
“And, Juan, if you see Luis, say to him, ‘Iza thinks of you continually.’”
At this moment Rachela angrily called her charge—
“Are you totally and forever wicked, disobedient one? Two hours I have been kept waiting. Very well! The Sisters are the only duenna for you; and back to the convent you shall go to-morrow. The Senora is of my mind, also.”