“To confess the truth, tia, I was a little spited myself at first. On reflection, I feel sure there’s been some mischance, and we’ve been wronging them both. I sha’n’t blame my darling till I see him again. Then if he can’t clear himself, oh, won’t I!”
“You forgive too easily. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Look at yonder hill. Recall the pleasant hour passed upon it, and you will be lenient, as I am.”
Carmen obeys, and again turns her glance toward the spot consecrated by sweetest remembrances.
As she continues to gaze at it, the cloud lifts from her brow, replaced by a smile, and promises easy pardon to him who has offended her.
In silence the two stand, straining their eyes upon the far summit, till shore and sea become one—both blending into the purple of twilight.
“Adios, California!”
Land no longer in sight. The ship is au large on the ocean.