"Among them is a certain Isagani, a poorly balanced head, nephew of a native priest--" "He's a pupil of mine," put in Padre Fernandez, "and I'm much pleased with him." "_Punales,_ I like your taste!" exclaimed Padre Camorra.

"On the steamer we nearly had a fight.

He's so insolent that when I gave him a shove aside he returned it." "There's also one Makaragui or Makarai--" "Makaraig," Padre Irene joined in.

"A very pleasant and agreeable young man." Then he murmured into the General's ear, "He's the one I've talked to you about, he's very rich.

The Countess recommends him strongly." "Ah!" "A medical student, one Basilio--" "Of that Basilio, I'll say nothing," observed Padre Irene, raising his hands and opening them, as if to say _Dominus vobiscum_.