"In the Crimea. I start to-morrow."
"Go, in Heaven's keeping," said Tio Pedro.
"And never let us see you again," added La Zandunga, whose sentiments towards Benito had undergone an entire change in the last few months.
"May I not see her to say good-bye?"
"No, you would only agitate her."
"Do not be so cruel. I implore you to let me speak to her."
"Be off!" said the old woman, angrily. "You are importunate and ill-bred."
"I will not go; I will see her first."
"Put him out, Pedro; by force, if he will not go quietly."
Tio Pedro rose rather reluctantly and advanced towards Benito.