"It is at least half a mile from the Dominican Convent to this place, and you must be fatigued after your walk. Will you not rest in this arm-chair, signor?"
"No, I thank you. I am not in the least fatigued. I love to look at those beautiful trees clothed in their fresh May verdure."
An involuntary movement of impatience escaped the servant.
"You need not remain here on my account, Julio," said Geronimo. "Go to your work; I will stay alone."
"I have no urgent occupation, signor. If I still remain, contrary to your wish, it is to ask you a question; and yet I fear that you will be displeased at my boldness."
"Not at all, Julio. Can I render you any service? It will give me pleasure to show my gratitude for the courage with which you defended me when I was attacked by the ruffians."
"I had no reference to that. I heard you were about to marry the beautiful Miss Van de Werve. The news rejoiced me; but may your humble servant make free to ask you if it be true?"
The name of his betrothed flushed his cheek with joy, and he answered, with a smile:
"Yes, Julio, it is true."
"How blessed you are, signor!"