When the page came up, the old man greeted him with a half-smile.
“Well, my son, I wish my chocolate to be brought me; I could not think of breaking off that long tête-à-tête with Dolores, but this is past the proper time.”
“Your Holiness will pardon me,” said the lad; “Dolores brought you a present from the Donna de Solis; the lady sends her humble respects to your Holiness, and requests your acceptance of a large packet of very beautiful chocolate.”
“I am much obliged to her,” said the bishop; “did you express to the maiden my thanks?”
Luis bowed.
“Then, child, you may prepare me a cup of this chocolate, and bring it me at once.”
“The Donna de Solis’s chocolate?”
“Yes, my son, yes!”
When the boy had left the room, the old man clasped his hands with an expression of thankfulness.
“They are going to yield! This is a sign that they are desiring reconciliation.”