"And what man do I wed?" the Señorita Lolita asked, blushing because she spoke the words where all could hear.
"What man do you love?"
"I had fancied that I loved Señor Zorro, but it comes to me now that I love the both of them," she said. "Is it not shameless? But I would rather have you Señor Zorro than the old Don Diego I knew."
"We shall endeavor to establish a golden mean," he replied, laughing again. "I shall drop the old languid ways and change gradually into the man you would have me. People will say that marriage made a man of me!"
He stooped and kissed her there before them all.
"Meal mush and goat's milk!" swore Sergeant Gonzales.
THE END