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The Spaniard rose and took up his cloak, which he had thrown over the back of the nearest chair, not forgetting to display a picturesque corner of its bright lining. 'You swear you will deliver it, only with your own hand, only to the hand of the Senorita Barenna? And you will observe the strictest secrecy? 'Oh, yes, answered Conyngham carelessly, 'if you like.

Frederick Conyngham was brought into sudden prominence by the part he played in the disturbance at Toledo which disturbance proved, as history tells, to be a forerunner of the great revolution a year later in Madrid. Promotion was at this time rapid, and the Englishman made many strides in a few months.

Cordova was a good object upon which to practise, for Roman and Goth, Moor and Christian, have combined to make its tortuous streets well-nigh incomprehensible to the traveller's mind. Here Conyngham wandered, or else he sat somnolently on a seat in the Paseo del Gran Capitan in the shade of the orange trees, awaiting the arrival of Concepcion Vara.

What these influences are every one knows; though no one, hardly the best and closest observer, can say with confidence and precision how great their effect is. "The king," says a writer in George IV.'s time, "is in our favour, and what is more to the purpose, the Marchioness of Conyngham is so too."

Do you know them, Senor Conyngham? 'Oh no, answered Conyngham, truthfully enough. 'I met a man who knows them. Do they live in Ronda? 'No; their house is on the Cordova road, about half a league from the Customs station. Estella was not by nature curious, and asked no questions.

'I left England in haste, added Conyngham lightly. 'Ah! 'And it will be inexpedient for me to return for some months to come. I thought of taking service in the army, and have a letter to General Vincente, who lives at Ronda, as I understand, sixty miles from here across the mountains. 'Yes, said the priest thoughtfully, 'Ronda is sixty miles from here across the mountains.

She was weeping and moaning in great mental distress. Without explanation Conyngham pushed past her into the room where he had deposited the letter. The room was in disorder, and no letter lay upon the table. 'It is, sobbed the girl, 'my husband, who, having heard that the good Colonel had been murdered, stole all his valuables and papers and has run away from me.

The streets were deserted, for it was a cold night, and the cafes were carefully closed against the damp air. No one stirred in the Calle Pedro Martir, and Conyngham peered into the shadow of the high wall of the Church of San Tome in vain. Then he heard the soft tread of muffled feet, and turning on his heel realised Julia's treachery in a flash of thought.

Conyngham lingered in the crowd, which was orderly enough, and amused himself by noting the credulity of the country folk, until his attention was attracted by a solemn procession passing up the market-place behind the tents. He inquired of a bystander what this might be.

Senora Barenna looked from one to the other, and shrugged her shoulders. Like many women she was a strange mixture of foolishness and worldly wisdom. She adjusted her mantilla and mutely appealed to Heaven with a glance of her upturned eyes. Conyngham, who was no diplomatist, nor possessed any skill in concealing his thoughts, looked with some interest at Julia Barenna, and Estella watched him.

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