"Will you see Juan?
If you do, tell him I repent.

I send him a thousand blessings! Ah, the dear one! Kiss him for me, Roberto! Tell him how much I love him, Roberto! How I sorrow because I was cross to him! My precious one! My good son, who always loved me so dearly!" At length Isabel came in to weep in her mother's arms.

"Luis is going away," she cried.

The father felt a momentary keen pang of jealousy.

"I am going also, queridita," he said mournfully.