Don Rafael looked at him steadily, and then caught his hand with a sudden passion of friendship.
"No, mi amigo. I wish to see Doña Carmencita, and, if possible, carry her south."
"Will she come, Rafael?"
"Yes, she loves me; her father is cruel to her; she will come, if you will permit it."
"Señor, my ship and all I have is at your disposal."
"A thousand thanks, Don Felipe," said Rafael, cordially pressing his friend's hand; "I will take advantage of your kindness. Not a word to my father, Señor. He knows nothing as yet; I will tell him all at Acauhtzin."
"I will be silent."
"Gracias mi amigo. I will give you my help in the like case."
"It will certainly be needed some day," replied Philip, significantly.
"But not as yet. Ah, Señor, you do not then know what it is to love."