“Out of here!” cried Father Salví, in a nervous tone.
“I want to see Father Dámaso.”
“Father Dámaso is busy. Out of here!” ordered the curate, in an imperative tone, again.
Lucas went down the stairs murmuring: “He is another. How poorly he pays! He who pays better....”
The voice of the curate had reached the ears of all in the house, even Father Dámaso, Captain Tiago and Linares.
“An insolent beggar who came to ask alms and doesn’t want to work,” said Father Salví, taking his hat and cane and starting toward the convent.