"At sunrise, in order to avoid the great heat; and, as I do not hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again before I go, I will take leave of you at once."
"Kiss one another, children! When persons part, especially if they love, they ought to embrace as if they were never going to meet again in this world."
"Really, father," said Conchita, "you have such ideas—"
"I was only in fun, my dear child."
"Pleasant journey, Don Sylvio; and we shall see you again the day after tomorrow."
"You may be sure of that."
The next morning at sunrise, Don Sylvio d'Arenal left the estancia. At the bottom of the steps the capataz and two slaves were waiting for him. Involuntarily the young man, before starting, turned his head towards the window of his beloved which suddenly opened.
"Farewell," said Doña Concha, with some emotion in her voice.
"Farewell," Sylvio replied, wafting her a kiss, "till we meet again."
"That is true," she said. "We shall soon meet again."