Tyro, who was watching for his appearance, seized him quickly by the arm, and led him towards the toldo.
"Look!" said he.
The painter leant forward cautiously, and perceived Don Pablo Pincheyra, his sister, the Portuguese officer, and three or four other persons, who were going towards the habitation of the ladies.
"Hum!" he exclaimed; "it was time—"
"Is it not? But I was watching, happily."
"Come, Tyro, let us return to my place. Don Santiago must expect me."
"You have given me a rendezvous?"
"Yes."
"Well, have I deceived you, my friend?"
"No, certainly; what I have seen has surpassed my expectation. But who, then, is this Don Sebastiao?"