"When I listen to him in the church," exclaimed Sinang, pointing to the organist, "I want to dance, and now that he's playing here I feel like praying, so I'm going out with you." "Don't you want to join us tonight ?" whispered Capitan Basilio into Ibarra's ear as they were leaving.

"Padre Damaso is going to set up a little bank." Ibarra smiled and answered with an equivocal shake of his head.
"Who's that ?" asked Maria Clara of Victoria, indicating with a rapid glance a youth who was following them.
"He's--he's a cousin of mine," she answered with some agitation.
"And the other ?" "He's no cousin of mine," put in Sinang merrily.

"He's my uncle's son." They passed in front of the parish rectory, which was not one of the least animated buildings.

Sinang was unable to repress an exclamation of surprise on seeing the lamps burning, those lamps of antique pattern which Padre Salvi had never allowed to be lighted, in order not to waste kerosene.

Loud talk and resounding bursts of laughter might be heard as the friars moved slowly about, nodding their heads in unison with the big cigars that adorned their lips.