"Yes—what of him, senor?" she asked, fixing her soft, dark eyes on him inquiringly.
"I must have been dreaming."
"Scarcely," said she, smiling, "while the thunder makes such a noise; you were thinking aloud."
"Perhaps."
"Of what? I insist on knowing."
"I cannot help reflecting, senora, that such actions as those in which Trevino seems to exult, must damage the Spanish cause in the eyes of Europe and of humanity, and thus—excuse me——but I begin to lose faith in your countrymen, even before we test alliance with them fully."
"And what say you of the recent siege of Zaragossa?"
"Ah, Don José Palafox is a brave man, certainly; and brave too, is Augustina, the Maid of Zaragossa, who led the cannoneers in the defence of the Portillo against Lefebre."
"She had lost her lover in the siege, so apart from inspiration, her courage was no marvel."
"And you, senora—if you lost a lover?"