Your godfather is no longer in San Diego.

The priest that you may have noticed here last night, that young padre, is the new curate whom we have there, and he is a saint." "I think that San Diego would be better, cousin," observed Aunt Isabel.

"Besides, our house there is better and the time for the fiesta draws near." Maria Clara wanted to embrace her aunt for this speech, but hearing a carriage stop, she turned pale.
"Ah, very true," answered Capitan Tiago, and then in a different tone he exclaimed, "Don Crisostomo!" The maiden let her sewing fall from her hands and wished to move but could not--a violent tremor ran through her body.

Steps were heard on the stairway and then a fresh, manly voice.

As if that voice had some magic power, the maiden controlled her emotion and ran to hide in the oratory among the saints.