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The Jew Samuel seemed a prey to secret uneasiness; André Certa bent his brow in an impatient manner; a sort of embarrassment was depicted on the countenance of more than one guest, while the thousand of wax-lights, reflected by the mirrors, filled the saloon with dazzling splendor. Without, a man was wandering in mortal anxiety; it was the Marquis Don Vegal.
"Do you not see that the marriage should take place soon?" said André Certa. "I am not asleep, Master Samuel! But I need rest, now, and I will dream of our espousals." At these words, the old man slowly retired. Before regaining his room, he wished to assure himself of the condition of his daughter, and softly entered the chamber of Sarah.
The door opened hastily; Samuel and André Certa entered. The darkness was profound; some servants ran with torches. The chamber was empty. "Death and fury!" exclaimed the mestizo. "Where is she?" asked Samuel. "You are responsible for her," said André, brutally. At these words, the Jew felt a cold sweat freeze even his bones. "Help! help!" he exclaimed.
The same process of evolution was pursued with respect to the limbs, the breast, arms, legs, and feet; parts of the body which at first appeared to be vague and indeterminate gradually, and as if by enchantment issued distinctly from every fold of the shirt, from every shadow, angle, and line, so as to compose what Dante would call una persona certa.
The wound appeared to be a slight one; the shoulder of the mestizo had been pierced in such a manner that the steel had only glided among the flesh. In a few days, André Certa might be once more upon his feet. When Samuel was left alone with André, the latter said to him: "You would do well to wall up the gate which leads to your terrace, Master Samuel." "What fear you, André?"
"I hate that man," said André Certa. "You will not hate him long." "I know it! All these nobles are displaying the last splendors of their luxury; I can tell where their silver and their family jewels go." "You have not your entrée with the Jew Samuel for nothing." "Certainly not!
The police were immediately informed of the elopement; its most active agents bestirred themselves; the Indians were closely watched, and if the retreat of the young girl was not discovered, evident proofs of an approaching revolt came to light, which accorded with the denunciations of the Jew. André Certa lavished gold freely, but could learn nothing.
According to the intelligence received by the marquis, the Indian passed for dead at Lima; but, looking on his attachment for the Jewess as worse than death itself, the Spaniard resolved doubly to save his guest, by leaving the daughter of Samuel to marry André Certa.
The little Milleflores in vain essayed his humblest vows; but he consoled himself with the idea that he was about to figure as an active party in the repast which was to follow. In the meantime, the young mestizoes were discoursing with him in the brilliant saloons of the Jew, and the crowd of guests thronged around André Certa, who proudly displayed the splendors of his toilet.
After wishing for wings to fly over to his dear country, which was in his view, from what he calls 'Thule', as being the most western isle of Scotland, except St Kilda; after describing the pleasures of society, and the miseries of solitude, he at last, with becoming propriety, has recourse to the only sure relief of thinking men Sursum corda, the hope of a better world and disposes his mind to resignation: Interim fiat, tua, rex, voluntas: Erigor sursum quoties subit spes Certa migrandi Solymam supernam, Numinis aulam.
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