Wait, I'll get my mantilla." Isabella hurried back with flying feet, and when a short time after, wearing the black lace kerchief on her head, she descended the staircase by her father's side, the private secretary de Soto came towards them, exclaiming: "Do you want to hear the latest news, Coello?
Your pupil Navarrete has become faithless to you and the noble art of painting.

Don Juan gave him the enlistment money fifteen minutes ago.

Better be a good trooper, than a mediocre artist! What is the matter, Senorita ?" "Nothing, nothing," Isabella murmured gently, and fell fainting on her father's breast..