"The general's immense pride," the priest replied with a smile. "You cannot imagine how this haughty man suffers at being held at bay like a wild beast in its den by enemies whom he despises; be certain that he will eagerly seize the opportunity to chastise us."
"Hum!" the hacendero said, but slightly convinced.
"Come," the other continued gaily; "there you are again with your monstrous doubt. If pride fails us, my friend, we have ambition."
"What do you mean?"
"The general only came to America to regain his ruined fortunes and compromised reputation. The treaty signed between General Iturbide and the Viceroy—a treaty which, between ourselves, will not be ratified by the cabinet of the Escurial—offers him a splendid chance. A battle would restore hope to the Spaniards; momentarily re-establish the affairs of Ferdinand VII.; will make the king regard General Cárdenas as an indispensable man; will permit him to aspire to the highest dignities, and perhaps succeed O'Donojú. Do you now understand me?"
"Yes, yes. You have thoroughly studied human passions, and nothing escapes your infallible glance; but, perhaps, you have let yourself be carried too far."
"¿Quién sabe?" Don Pelagio said gently; then he suddenly changed the conversation. "You have received no news from Barrio?"
"None; which leads me to hope that all is well; were it otherwise, Don Melchior or Sotavento would have come to warn me."
"You know, my friend, that I have several times remarked to you that you place too great confidence in that man."
"I have ever found him faithful and devoted."