At the advice of _a certain person_ he is sending me to San Diego under the pretext of looking after his property, but in reality so that he may be left to smoke his opium with complete liberty." When the student said _a certain person_, he really meant Padre Irene, a great friend and adviser of Capitan Tiago in his last days.
"Opium is one of the plagues of modern times," replied the capitan with the disdain and indignation of a Roman senator.

"The ancients knew about it but never abused it.

While the addiction to classical studies lasted--mark this well, young men--opium was used solely as a medicine; and besides, tell me who smoke it the most ?--Chinamen, Chinamen who don't understand a word of Latin! Ah, if Capitan Tiago had only devoted himself to Cicero--" Here the most classical disgust painted itself on his carefully-shaven Epicurean face.

Isagani regarded him with attention: that gentleman was suffering from nostalgia for antiquity.
"But to get back to this academy of Castilian," Capitan Basilio continued, "I assure you, gentlemen, that you won't materialize it." "Yes, sir, from day to day we're expecting the permit," replied Isagani.

"Padre Irene, whom you may have noticed above, and to whom we've presented a team of bays, has promised it to us.