“Yes. Let each go in his own way and alone. Then we can report and will not be in collusion.”
“Does that suit you, Señor Agonoy?”
“I shall be satisfied. If we can wreak vengeance on the bishop’s enemy, the Jesuit, I shall be repaid for all dangers and suffering that may ensue.”
“Then go, and success attend your efforts,” returned Saguanaldo. And he looked on the youth with searching eyes that for a third time caused Agonoy to blush.
XV.
WORLD POLITICS.
“I’m going to invite Judge Daft to occupy this convento,” suggested Violeta to Bishop Lonzello, a few days after he arrived.
“You will do nothing of the kind,” replied the bishop. “It is a little too much, you coming here and ordering us from the islands; but, as if this was not sufficient, now you want us to give up our dormitories. I may yield the land for the good of the church, but I am not going to stand this individual insult from a stranger.”
“Oh, be reasonable,” persuaded the Jesuit. “I am doing it solely for your good. You will get the rental for it, and a republic is never niggardly in such matters. The convento is really the only suitable building in Manila for the purpose, and we can use the tender of it in cementing a very valuable pact. Depend on it, you will lose nothing by it. Another thing”—