“But what about your brother Cristóbal?”
[pg 077] “Oh, he! We must all thank San Cristóbal that he has this leave, otherwise the Duke could easily find out; but instead of going home he can go—why, he can go to Biarritz, where he will see Angèle, so it will be nice all round. And imagine yourself in his uniform, walking with us in the cathedral, where the Duke is sure to take Lady Monica and her mother,—otherwise, why stop at Burgos? One comes for that, and nothing else, unless one has a little brother in the garrison. Now what do you say, Don Ramón?”
“I say you're an angel,” I replied with promptness. “But I also say that Colonel O'Donnel won't allow such an arrangement.”
“Oh, won't he?” exclaimed Pilar. “Do you think I'm an ordinary girl of southern Spain, who says ‘yes, yes,’ and ‘no, no,’ as her parents wish, and looks down on the ground while life passes? Only to think of being like that is enough to make a woman grow a moustache and have an embonpoint out of sheer ennui. It's my Irish heart which keeps my father and brother alive; and when I want to do a thing they hurry to let me do it lest I have a fit—of which I would be capable.”
“As you are a Cristóbal,” said the Cherub mildly, “it might be managed, if you liked, without our having to go more than an extra time to confession. I could wear the sin upon my conscience, if you could; and if you could wear also the uniform of my son.”
“I'd like to see Carmona's face when you're introduced,” remarked Dick, in his slow Spanish.
“You will see it,” exclaimed Pilar; and with this, the door opened and the other Cristóbal came in.