The wise men of all parties knew that this was the best solution of the hopeless difficulties into which Spain had been thrust by the Bourbons and the tonguesters.

A few honest politicians here and there set aside their own interests in the interest of the country, which action is worth recording--for its rarity.

But the country in general was gloomy and indifferent.

Spain is slow to learn, while France is too quick; and her knowledge is always superficial.
"Give us at all events a Spaniard," muttered those who had cried "Down with liberty," when that arch-scoundrel, Fernando the Desired, returned to his own.
"Give us money and we will give you Don Carlos," returned the cassocked canvassers of that monarch in a whisper.
It was evening when Marcos arrived at Madrid, and the station, like all the trains, was crowded.

All who could were traveling to Madrid to meet the king--for one reason or another.
Marcos was surprised to see his father on the platform among those waiting for the train from the capitals of the North.
"Come," said Sarrion, "let us go out by the side door; I have the carriage there, the streets are impassable.