The father, happy, and yet acutely anxious, went to and fro between his children and his study.

Antonia and Dare were in the myrtle walk or under the fig-tree.
This hour was the blossoming time of their lives.

And it was not the less sweet and tender because of the dark shadows on the edge of the sunshine.

Nor were they afraid to face the shadows, to inquire of them, and thus to taste the deeper rapture of love when love is gemmed with tears.
It was understood that the young men were going away in the morning very early; so early that their adieus must be said with their good-nights.
It was at this hour that the Senora found courage to ask: "My Juan, where do you go?
"To Gonzales, mi madre." "But why?
Oh, Juan, do not desert your madre, and your country! "Desert you, madre! I am your boy to my last breath! My country I love with my whole soul.

That is why I have come back to you and to her! She is in trouble and her sons must stand by her." "Do not talk with two meanings.