"Senorita, there is a great misunderstanding somewhere; but if anything is certain, it is that she will never be his wife."
"Will you come and see Sebastian?" she asked, suddenly. "I am so anxious to have peace between you."
"It could do no good."
"I ask you to come. If you value what I have done here, you will consent."
"It can do no good; but if you ask it I will go;" and the instant I had consented she led the way to her carriage, which was waiting outside the gate.
"Where is Senorita Castelar?" I asked, as we drove rapidly along.
"I don't know, but she is sure to be well cared for," she answered, as though the subject was no concern of hers; and no more was said until we were close to the house. Then, with some hesitation, she said: "I know nearly everything of my brother's plans, and shall be present at the interview. There must be a full understanding."
I made no reply, for I did not quite know what she meant; but I was certain that if there was to be anything like a full understanding the interview promised to be interesting; and I began to feel glad I had come.
Quesada was at home, and in the room where I had had my last conversation with him and my introduction to Rubio, and I found him looking much more concerned and anxious than I had ever seen him.
"What is the meaning of this visit?" was his blunt greeting.