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A gallant young cavalier, who had witnessed from his windows the whole affair, had seen the provocation, and admired Catalina's behavior equally patient at first and bold at last hastened into the street, pursued the officers, forced them to release their prisoner, upon stating the circumstances of the case, and instantly offered Catalina a situation amongst his retinue.
"I sent her to the drug store, sir, to get certain medicines that the doctor ordered." "When she returns, send her to Catalina's room. I shall remain there until, until " My poor father could not conclude the sentence. Then turning to me, "When Paula returns I wish you to come in to Catalina's room also, Lisita." "Yes, father," I answered him in a low voice.
Go to bed," said Catalina, disentangling herself from my arms. "If you don't go to bed at once I will take away your orange." Laughing, I embraced her again, and Rosa too, and then rushed off to my room, but not without slamming Catalina's door with a noise that shook the whole house. For nearly a week I couldn't think of another thing but the coming of Paula. My father had gone to Paris.
The crowd saluted her with a festal roll, long and loud, of vivas; and this word viva of good augury but stop; let me not anticipate. From this sketch of Catalina's character, the reader is prepared to understand the decision of her present proceeding. She had no time to lose: the twilight favored her; but she must get under hiding before pursuit commenced.
President Mendonia, given sufficient money for Catalina's travelling expenses. So far well. But Mr. M. chose to add a little codicil to this bequest of the Senora's, never suggested by her or by her daughter. 'Pray, said this inquisitive President, who surely might have found business enough in La Plata, 'Pray, Senor Pietro Diaz, did you ever live at Concepcion?
Next came a tumbling out at the door of one black mass, which heaved and parted at intervals into two figures, which closed, which parted again, which at last fell down the steps together. Then appeared a figure in white. It was the unhappy Andalusian; and she seeing the outline of Catalina's person, ran up to her, unable to utter one syllable.
A frank smile passed over Paula's face, but she said nothing. "And how has Catalina been today?" he said, turning to me. "She has a terrible headache. Teresa is afraid she's going to be sick again." "Poor girl! We must be especially careful then not to make any noise," and he turned to go into Catalina's room, but Paula detained him. "Please, uncle, have you pardoned me?" "What for, child?"
Distinguished was his reception; the Alcalde personally renewed his regrets for the ridiculous scene of the two scampish oculists, and presented him to his wife, a splendid Andalusian beauty, to whom he had been married about a year. This lady there is a reason for describing; and the French reporter of Catalina's memoirs dwells upon the theme.
Our numbers were somewhat enlarged by the opening of the new houses, and the society of the beach was a little changed. In charge of the Catalina's house was an old Scotchman, Robert, who, like most of his countrymen, had some education, and, like many of them, was rather pragmatical, and had a ludicrously solemn conceit of himself.
But on turning to go into Catalina's room, he hesitated with his hand on the latch of the door, and turning, he looked searchingly at Paula, as if he would know the secret of the innermost heart of this child, so loving, so angelic, and yet so absolutely natural. Teresa had not been mistaken. Catalina became so critically ill during the following week, that my father lost all hope of her recovery.
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