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Vizcarra's eyes were also in search of some one that did not appear to be present, for the Comandante strolled to and fro, peering into every group and corner with a dissatisfied look. If it was the fair blonde he was looking for, he would be unsuccessful. She was not there. Rosita and her mother had returned home after the exhibition of the fireworks.
There was still some hope that, by their strange code in relation to female captives, she might escape that dreaded fate, until he and Carlos might come up and rescue her. But now the time that had elapsed Vizcarra's character O God! it was a terrible thought; and the young man reeled in his saddle as it crossed his mind.
He thought by that to drown his chagrin; and for a while he succeeded. There is relief in wine, but it is only temporary: you may make jealousy drunk and oblivious, but you cannot keep it so. It will be sober as soon ay, sooner than yourself. Not all the wine that was ever pressed from grapes can drown it into a complete oblivion. Vizcarra's heart was filled by various passions.
He was not too humble to hope he might one day command the Presidio himself. Vizcarra's death would have given him that station at once; but Vizcarra was not to die just then, and this knowledge somewhat clouded the joy he was then experiencing. And it was joy. Garcia and he had been enemies.
Not indeed that the Vice-regal court at the time was a model of morality. It would have been lenient enough to any act of despotism or debauchery done in a quiet way; but such an open act of rapine as that contemplated, on the score of policy, could hardly be overlooked. In truth, Vizcarra's prudence had reason. He could not believe that it would be possible to keep the thing a secret.
All this was a scandal to the Church, and the padres would long since have expelled the guero family, but that, for some reason or other, they were protected by the old Comandante Vizcarra's predecessor who had restrained the zealous priests in their good intention. "But, caballeros!" said the padre, glancing towards Vizcarra, "such heretics are dangerous citizens.
At the mention of this name several countenances changed expression. Roblado was seen to frown; on Vizcarra's face were portrayed mixed emotions; and both padres and cura seemed to know the name unfavourably. It was the beau Echevarria who had mentioned it. "'Pon the honour of a cavallero! the most impudent thing I ever witnessed in all my life, even in republican Paris!
Mi querida. Adios!" When the beautiful lady had finished reading the note, she pressed it to her lips, and fervently kissed it. "Worthy of being my lover!" she murmured; "ay, worthy to be the lover of a queen! Brave, noble Carlos!" Again she kissed the paper, and, thrusting it into her bosom, glided softly from the apartment. Vizcarra's desire for revenge grew stronger every hour.
There was no danger of its dying within the breast of either. The looking-glass alone would keep it alive in Vizcarra's bosom for the rest of his life. They were together on the azotea of the Presidio, talking the matter between them, and casting over the probabilities of their late suspicion. "He is fond of the sister," remarked the Comandante; "and mother too, for that matter, hag as she is!
There were still means foul, if not fair if he could only think of them. He wanted some head cooler than his own. Where was Roblado? "Sergeant! tell Captain Roblado I wish to speak with him." Captain Roblado was just the man to assist him in any scheme of the sort. They were equally villains as regarded women; but Vizcarra's metier was of a lighter sort more of the genteel-comedy kind.
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