The padre was greeted with some surprise but with signs of pleasure on the part of all except Ibarra.

They were then at the dessert and the champagne was foaming in the glasses.
Padre Damaso's smile became nervous when he saw Maria Clara seated at Crisostomo's right.

He took a seat beside the alcalde and said in the midst of a significant silence, "Were you discussing something, gentlemen?
Go ahead!" "We were at the toasts," answered the alcalde.

"Senor Ibarra was mentioning all who have helped him in his philanthropic enterprise and was speaking of the architect when your Reverence--" "Well, I don't know anything about architecture," interrupted Padre Damaso, "but I laugh at architects and the fools who employ them.

Here you have it--I drew the plan of this church and it's perfectly constructed, so an English jeweler who stopped in the convento one day assured me.