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Updated: June 22, 2025
The horsemen had covered two-thirds of their journey when he whom they followed came in sight of the lights of Toledo, set upon a rock like the jewels in a lady's ring, and almost surrounded by the swift Tagus. Conyngham's horse was tired, and stumbled more than once on the hill by which the traveller descends to the great bridge and the gate that Wamba built thirteen hundred years ago.
During the five years prior to Conyngham's arrival at Ronda the war had raged with unabated fury, swaying from the west to the east coast as fortune smiled or frowned on the Carlist cause.
She moved uneasily in her seat, fidgeting as the young ever do when troubled. It is only with years that we learn to bear a burden quietly. 'Who is that? she asked shortly, pointing to the other window, which was closed. 'Concepcion Vara Conyngham's servant, replied the General, who for some reason was inclined to curtness in his speech.
Estella was wakeful enough now, and sat upright, looking straight in front of her. At times she glanced towards the window, which was now open, where the head of Conyngham's charger appeared. The horse trotted steadily, with a queer jerk of the head and that willingness to do his best which gains for horses a place in the hearts of all who have to do with them.
The sun rose also over the plains of Xeres, and lighted up the picturesque form of Esteban Larralde, in the saddle this hour and more, having learnt that Colonel Monreal's death took place an hour before Conyngham's arrival in the town of Xeres de la Frontera. The letter, therefore, had not been delivered to Colonel Monreal, and was still in Conyngham's possession.
They were thus engaged when the servant came to announce that the horse which the General had placed at Conyngham's disposal was at the door in accordance with the Englishman's own order. He went away sorrowfully enough, only half consoled by the information that Estella was about to attend a service at the Church of Santa Maria, and could not have stayed longer in the garden.
The remark was addressed to General Vincente, although the speaker appeared to be demanding Conyngham's attention in the first instance. The learned gentlemen of the Bar thus often address the jury through the ears of the judge. General Vincente had seated himself at the table and was drawing his scented pocket-handkerchief across his moustache reflectively.
'We know that, my friend, which is the reason why we patronise your dog-hole of an inn. See that the two Excellencies breakfast together at a table apart in the morning. 'You will have matters to speak about with the Senor Pleydell in the morning, said Concepcion, as he unpacked Conyngham's luggage a few minutes later. 'Yes, I should like to speak to Senor Pleydell.
'Since the senorita has done me the honour of confessing it, I must ask you to believe it, answered Conyngham steadily and coldly. 'La discretion est l'art du mensonge. The Alcalde blew out his cheeks and looked at General Vincente. Senora Barenna would with small encouragement have thrown herself into Conyngham's arms; but she received none whatever, and instead frowned at Julia.
'Ah! said Concha, going towards the supper-table. Estella turned, and for the first time met Conyngham's eyes. His face startled her. It was so grave. 'Were you hurt? she asked sharply. 'Not this time, senorita. Then she turned with a sudden laugh towards her father. 'Did I play my part well? she asked. 'Yes, my child. And even he was grave.
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