"Have you been over back here, near San Diego? Señor Candiola sometimes goes to look at his house los Duendes, to see if it has been destroyed."
"I am going there instantly!"
As she disappeared, Montoria said, "She is, I am told, the daughter of the miser Candiola. Faith, she's very pretty, and does not look like the daughter of such a wolf—God forgive me, I mean good man."
"She's not bad looking," said the friar; "but I imagine she's a good one. Saints don't come of Candiola timber."
"One must not speak ill of one's neighbor," said Don José.
"Candiola is nobody's neighbor. The girl is always in the company of the soldiers since they lost their house."
"She goes among them to help take care of the wounded."
"It may be; but it looks to me as if she likes best those who are strong and hearty. Her charming little face does not show a whiff of shame."
"You snake in the grass!"