"A strange combination of unfortunate circumstances! To find ourselves the honoured guests of the very woman whose son we slew! In what light will Paulina view us, and Don Joaquim too?"
"As an officer he ought to be aware that we did but our duty," urged poor Jack, who felt himself the most guilty party; "but I did not half like the expression of his eyes as we left the saloon."
"How?"
"I read in them more of hatred and malice, than of horror for the event, or natural grief for his brother's fate."
"You think so?"
"I am sure of it!"
"Well, the man is a Spaniard."
"And being so, will not let us off easily."
"We shall have a message from him in the morning, challenging us both to fight, you think?" said I.
"Not at all; your Spaniards don't fight duels; he will lay some desperate snare for us between this and San Roque; so, depend upon it, the sooner we make ourselves scarce in Seville the better. But here is the hotel—for Heaven's sake let us have some iced champagne, for this horrid business has made me as thirsty as if I had crossed a whole county in the hottest hunting season."