If Santa Anna was in this city, and behaving with the brutality which is natural to him, I would not go away until my father sent the order.

Do you think he forgets us?
Be not afraid of such a thing.

It cannot take place." Towards dusk Senor Navarro called, and the Senora brought him into her private parlor and confided to him the strait they were in.

He looked with sympathy into the troubled, tear-stained faces of these three helpless women, and listened with many expressive gestures to the proposal of the priest and the offer of the old marquis.
"Most excellent ladies," he answered; "it is a plot.

I assure you that it is a plot.