"It does not surprise me," Sylvio answered.
"My own house is being got ready at Carmen, and, no doubt, my orders are wanted."
"That is possible."
"I am hurrying on the workmen, father. I am so eager to be married that I fear lest my happiness should slip from my grasp," said Don Sylvio.
"And I too," said Doña Concha, her face becoming purple.
"There is a little article for you," said Don Valentine. "The hearts of girls are at work when you least expect it. Patience, miss, for three days longer."
"My good father!" Conchita cried, as she hid her face in Don Valentine's bosom, that the tears of joy might not be seen.
"Oh! In that case I will start tomorrow for Carmen, especially as I am awaiting from Buenos Aires papers indispensable for our marriage—our happiness," Don Sylvio added, looking at his well beloved.
"I hope," she said, "you will start very early, so as to return in the morning of the next day."
"I shall be here tomorrow evening. Can I remain long away from you, my dear Conchita?"