Dolores glanced at her aunt, to make sure that she was asleep, then bending towards this foolish lover, kissed him on the cheek.
"Are you jealous now, querido?"
"No," answered Jack, returning the kiss with interest; "I am a fool not to trust you thoroughly."
"You are! Hush! Enough! My aunt may awake."
"Not she! So you love me only, Dolores? And Don Rafael——"
"Is betrothed to a lady of Acauhtzin."
"Oh, Dolores!" sighed Jack, much relieved, and kissed her again. In fact, he would have saluted her several times, had not Dolores spread her fan between their two faces as a shield.
"No, no! Doña Serafina may awaken, and then—'Dios de mi alma,' what would my uncle say?"
"He must know sooner or later."
"Wait till the war is over, querido. Till Don Hypolito is slain, and you return covered with glory. Then my uncle can refuse you nothing."