"A few pesos of your Reverence's disappear and my sergeant is routed out early to hunt for them--two sacristans disappear and your Reverence says nothing--and you, senor capitan--It's also true that you--" Here he broke off with another laugh as he buried his spoon in the red meat of a wild papaya.
The curate, confused, and not over-intent upon what he was saying, replied, "That's because I have to answer for the money--" "A good answer, reverend shepherd of souls!" interrupted the alferez with his mouth full of food.

"A splendid answer, holy man!" Ibarra wished to intervene, but Padre Salvi controlled himself by an effort and said with a forced smile, "Then you don't know, sir, what is said about the disappearance of those boys?
No?
Then ask your soldiers!" "What!" exclaimed the alferez, all his mirth gone.
"It's said that on the night they disappeared several shots were heard." "Several shots ?" echoed the alferez, looking around at the other guests, who nodded their heads in corroboration of the padre's statement.
Padre Salvi then replied slowly and with cutting sarcasm: "Come now, I see that you don't catch the criminals nor do you know what is going on in your own house, yet you try to set yourself up as a preacher to point out their duties to others.

You ought to keep in mind that proverb about the fool in his own house--" [74] "Gentlemen!" interrupted Ibarra, seeing that the alferez had grown pale.

"In this connection I should like to have your opinion about a project of mine.

I'm thinking of putting this crazy woman under the care of a skilful physician and, in the meantime, with your aid and advice, I'll search for her sons." The return of the servants without the madwoman, whom they had been unable to find, brought peace by turning the conversation to other matters.
The meal ended, and while the tea and coffee were being served, both old and young scattered about in different groups.