"Your observation is just; still it appears that, for reasons I am equally ignorant of, neither the Mother Superior nor Doña Anita wishes to have one of those monks or priests for confessor, hence——"
"Hence?" Don Martial quickly interrupted him.
"Well, the Mother Superior asked me to bring her a priest or monk in whom I had confidence."
"Ah!"
"You understand, my friend."
"Yes, yes! Oh, God! go on!"
"And to take him to the convent."
"And," Don Martial asked in a choking voice, "have you found this confessor?"
"I believe so," the capataz answered with a smile; "and pray, what do you think, Don Martial?"
"Yes, I do too," he exclaimed joyfully. "At what time are you to take this confessor to the convent?"