"His daughter! I did not know he had one."
"Nor I either till yesterday. It seems that while he was in prison Don Fausto Velasquez took pity on his daughter, and she has lived more with his family than with her father ever since."
"But how goes my father?"
"Yesterday he was hobbling about with a crutch—the wound was nothing more than a simple fracture. He says the only thing he has to grumble about is your being here, and he is very anxious for you to grow strong enough to be moved."
"There again, and none of them will come to see me while I am here, not even my mother!"
"Poor Doña Constancia! I can tell you it has cost her many tears, but Don Roderigo's orders are positive. Luckily I followed General Whitelock here, or I don't think they would ever have heard of you till you got well enough to seek them yourself."
"And the English officer who brought me here, have you never been able to find out who he was?"
"I have not the slightest clue to him, except that he was an officer of Crauford's brigade."
"Well, one is forced at times to accept benefits for which one cannot even give thanks; but God knows who he is, and will reward him."