The worthy capitan at first knitted his eyebrows, then raised them; his face became pale, then lighted up as he hastily folded the paper and arose.
"Gentlemen," he announced in confusion, "his Excellency the Captain-General is coming this evening to honor my house." Thereupon he set off at a run, hatless, taking with him the message and his napkin.
He was followed by exclamations and questions, for a cry of "Tulisanes!" would not have produced greater effect.

"But, listen!" "When is he coming ?" "Tell us about it!" "His Excellency!" But Capitan Tiago was already far away.
"His Excellency is coming and will stay at Capitan Tiago's!" exclaimed some without taking into consideration the fact that his daughter and future son-in-law were present.
"The choice couldn't be better," answered the latter.
The friars gazed at one another with looks that seemed to say: "The Captain-General is playing another one of his tricks, he is slighting us, for he ought to stay at the convento," but since this was the thought of all they remained silent, none of them giving expression to it.
"I was told of this yesterday," said the alcalde, "but at that time his Excellency had not yet fully decided." "Do you know, Senor Alcalde, how long the Captain-General thinks of staying here ?" asked the alferez uneasily.
"With certainty, no.

His Excellency likes to give surprises." "Here come some more messages." These were for the alcalde, the alferez, and the gobernadorcillo, and contained the same announcement.

The friars noted well that none came directed to the curate.
"His Excellency will arrive at four this afternoon, gentlemen!" announced the alcalde solemnly.

"So we can finish our meal in peace." Leonidas at Thermopylae could not have said more cheerfully, "Tonight we shall sup with Pluto!" The conversation again resumed its ordinary course.
"I note the absence of our great preacher," timidly remarked an employee of inoffensive aspect who had not opened his mouth up to the time of eating, and who spoke now for the first time in the whole morning.
All who knew the history of Crisostomo's father made a movement and winked, as if to say, "Get out! Fools rush in--" But some one more charitably disposed answered, "He must be rather tired." "Rather ?" exclaimed the alferez.