The Captain-General is coming, he'll want to see you, and your eyes are all red.

Ay, I was thinking to spend a happy evening! Without this misfortune I should be the happiest of men--every one would envy me! Be calm, my child, I'm more unfortunate than you and I'm not crying.

You can have another and better husband, while I--I've lost fifty thousand pesos! Ay, Virgin of Antipolo, if tonight I may only have luck!" Salvos, the sound of carriage wheels, the galloping of horses, and a band playing the royal march, announced the arrival of his Excellency, the Captain-General of the Philippines.

Maria Clara ran to hide herself in her chamber.

Poor child, rough hands that knew not its delicate chords were playing with her heart! While the house became filled with people and heavy steps, commanding voices, and the clank of sabers and spurs resounded on all sides, the afflicted maiden reclined half-kneeling before a picture of the Virgin represented in that sorrowful loneliness perceived only by Delaroche, as if he had surprised her returning from the sepulcher of her Son.