"Your Excellency's servant is ill," added the humble Brother Salvi. "We come, after saluting Your Excellency and inquiring for his health, to speak in the name of Your Excellency's respectful servant, who has had the misfortune----" "Oh!" interrupted the captain-general, with a nervous smile, while he twirled a chair on one leg. "If all the servants of my Excellency were like the Father Damaso, I should prefer to serve my Excellency myself!" Their reverences did not seem to know what to reply. "Won't your reverences sit down?" added the governor in more conventional tone. Captain Tiago, in evening dress and walking on tiptoe, came in, leading by the hand Maria Clara, hesitating, timid. Overcoming her agitation, she made her salute, at once ceremonial and graceful. "This signorita is your daughter!" exclaimed the surprised governor. "Happy the fathers whose daughters are like you, signorita. They have told me about you, and I wish to thank you in the name of His Majesty the King, who loves the peace and tranquillity of his subjects, and in my own name, in that of a father who has daughters. If there is anything you would wish, signorita----" "Senor!" protested Maria, trembling. "The Senor Don Juan Crisostomo Ibarra awaits Your Excellency's orders," announced the ringing voice of the aide-de-camp. "Permit me, signorita, to see you again before I leave the pueblo. I have yet things to say to you. Senor acalde, Your Highness will accompany me on the walk I wish to take after the private conference I shall have with the Senor Ibarra." "Your Excellency," said Father Salvi humbly, "will permit us to inform him that the Senor Ibarra is excommunicated----" The general broke in. "I am happy," he said, "in being troubled about nothing but the state of Father Damaso. I sincerely desire his complete recovery, for, at his age, a voyage to Spain in search of health would be somewhat disagreeable. But all depends upon him. Meanwhile, God preserve the health of your reverences!" All retired. "In his own case also everything depends upon him," murmured Brother Salvi as he went out. "We shall see who makes the earliest voyage to Spain!" added another Franciscan. "I shall go immediately," said Father Sibyla, in vexation. "We, too," grumbled the Augustins. Both parties bore it ill that for the fault of a Franciscan His Excellency should have received them so coldly. In the ante-chamber they encountered Ibarra, who a few hours before had been their host. There was no exchange of greetings, but there were eloquent looks. The alcalde, on the contrary, gave Ibarra his hand. On the threshold Crisostomo met Maria coming out. Looks spoke again, but very differently this time. Though this encounter with the monks had seemed to him of bad augury, Ibarra presented himself in the utmost calm. He bowed profoundly. The captain-general came forward.