The people did not recognize him.
"_Aba!_" exclaimed a rustic.

"A civil-guard dressed as a comedian!" "Fool!" rejoined a bystander, nudging him with his elbow.

"It's the Prince Villardo that we saw at the show last night!" So the alcalde went up several degrees in the popular estimation by becoming an enchanted prince, a vanquisher of giants.
When the mass began, those who were seated arose and those who had been asleep were awakened by the ringing of the bells and the sonorous voices of the singers.

Padre Salvi, in spite of his gravity, wore a look of deep satisfaction, since there were serving him as deacon and subdeacon none less than two Augustinians.

Each one, as it came his turn, sang well, in a more or less nasal tone and with unintelligible articulation, except the officiating priest himself, whose voice trembled somewhat, even getting out of tune at times, to the great wonder of those who knew him.