"Do not cry, my darling child," the father said to Concha, as she burst into tears. "Kiss me. I was wrong. Your betrothed and myself will do all you please. Does that satisfy you?"
"Do you really mean it?" Doña Concha asked, smiling through her tears.
"Oh, señorita!" Sylvio exclaimed in a tone of tender reproach.
"You render me perfectly happy. I only ask one thing. Let Blas Salazar accompany you."
"As you please."
"Do you promise it?"
"On my honour."
"Then," Don Valentine said, gaily, "all is for the best, little maid. I suspect, Conchita, that you are somewhat jealous, and afraid of losing Sylvio."
"Perhaps so," she said, maliciously.
"Such things have happened," her father said, teasingly. "So, Don Sylvio, you intend starting tomorrow morning?"