Now, while he was conscientiously performing the commission which Leon had entrusted to him, the latter was still waiting for Crevel to rejoin him. After remaining a quarter of an hour in the church, he left it, and was beginning to grow impatient, when the landlord's shadow was thrown on the convent wall.
In a second he was by his side.
"Well?" he asked, on approaching him.
"Come, come," said Crevel, with satisfaction, "I fancy I bring good news."
"Speak at once."
"In the first place, Doña Maria is perfectly well, and feels no effects from the terror which your horse caused her."
"Next?"
"That is something, surely."
"Go on, go on! scoundrel," the smuggler cried, as he shook Crevel's arm.
"Good heavens! a little calmness, Señor Caballero; you will never correct yourself of your vivacity."