I humbly kiss your hands, Senora, and the hands of your exalted daughters.
"LOPEZ NAVARRO.
Until midnight this letter furnished the anxious, loving women with an unceasing topic of interest.

The allusion to her husband made the Senora weep.

She retired to her oratory and poured out her love and her fears in holy salutations, in thanksgivings and entreaties.
The next morning there was an ominous lull in the atmosphere.

As men run backward to take a longer leap forward, so both armies were taking breath for a fiercer struggle.

In the Worth residencia the suspense was becoming hourly harder to endure.