Doña Angela contracted her eyebrows, a movement in her which denoted grave annoyance and great mental preoccupation, and was silent again.
"All the better. Let them go, the heretics!" one of the ladies exclaimed. "These accursed English only come to our country to plunder us."
"That is true." The majority warmly supported her.
"Besides, I do not care what is said; I assert that they are frightfully ugly."
"Well!" a young lady said, with a delicious pout, "I should have liked to see one—only one—to know what to think about them."
"I am very much afraid, Doña Redempción," the general remarked with a smile, "that it will now be impossible to satisfy your curiosity."
"All the worse; for a heretic must be an extraordinary animal. Are they as ugly as the Indios Bravos?"
"That is a different matter."
"Ah! And are you certain, general, that I shall not be able to see one? That annoys me."
"I regret it, señorita."