"We'll see who makes that voyage soonest!" remarked another Franciscan.
"I shall leave at once," declared the indignant Padre Sibyla.
"And we shall go back to our province," said the Augustinians.

Neither the Dominican nor the Augustinians could endure the thought that they had been so coldly received on a Franciscan's account.
In the hall they met Ibarra, their amphitryon of a few hours before, but no greetings were exchanged, only looks that said many things.

But when the friars had withdrawn the alcalde greeted him familiarly, although the entrance of the aide looking for the young man left no time for conversation.

In the doorway he met Maria Clara; their looks also said many things but quite different from what the friars' eyes had expressed.
Ibarra was dressed in deep mourning, but presented himself serenely and made a profound bow, even though the visit of the friars had not appeared to him to be a good augury.

The Captain-General advanced toward him several steps.
"I take pleasure, Senor Ibarra, in shaking your hand.