"Well?"
"What do you mean by, well?"
"Yes, I knew all that, so it was useless to tell it me. What I ask you is, whether, since Carmela went to, Galveston, you have received any news of her?"
"Why, it is impossible, my friend; how could we have received any? Remember that we proceeded to the desert."
"That is true," the young man replied, disconsolately; "I am mad. Forgive me."
"What is the matter? Why this pallor, my friend, this restlessness I see in your eyes?"
"Ah!" he said, with a sigh, "It is because I have received news of Carmela, if you have not."
"You, my friend?"
"Yes, I."
"A long time ago, I presume?"