The Dinner Jele, jele, bago quiere.

[27] Fray Sibyla seemed to be very content as he moved along tranquilly with the look of disdain no longer playing about his thin, refined lips.

He even condescended to speak to the lame doctor, De Espadana, who answered in monosyllables only, as he was somewhat of a stutterer.

The Franciscan was in a frightful humor, kicking at the chairs and even elbowing a cadet out of his way.

The lieutenant was grave while the others talked vivaciously, praising the magnificence of the table.