His sorrow pictured itself on his countenance.

"I, I have made her suffer," he murmured.
He dressed himself quickly and descended the stairs.

A small man, dressed in mourning, with a large scar on his left cheek, saluted him humbly, and detained him on his way.
"What do you want ?" asked Ibarra.
"Sir, my name is Lucas, and I'm the brother of the man who was killed yesterday." "Ah, you have my sympathy.

Well ?" "Sir, I want to know how much you're going to pay my brother's family." "Pay ?" repeated the young man, unable to conceal his disgust.

"We'll talk of that later.