"No!" replied the latter. "The only thing that I know about him is that he charges very dearly, according to Captain Tiago." "Then he ought to be very good," said Andeng. "The one who performed the operation on the stomach of Doña Marta charged a big price, but he was very wise." "You goose!" exclaimed Sinang. "Not all who charge high prices are wise. Look at Doctor Guevara. He did not know how to aid a woman in childbirth, but after cutting off the child's head, he collected one hundred pesos from the widower. What he did know was how to charge." "What do you know about it?" her cousin asked, giving her a jab with her elbow. "Why shouldn't I know about it? The husband, who is a wood-sawyer, after losing his wife, had to lose his house also, for the Alcalde was a friend of the doctor's and made him pay. Why shouldn't I know? My father loaned him money so that he could make a trip to Santa Cruz." A coach stopped before the house and cut off all the conversation. Captain Tiago, followed by Aunt Isabel, ran downstairs to receive the new arrivals. They were the doctor, Don Tiburcio de Espadaña, his wife, Doctora Doña Victorina de los Reyes de de Espadaña; and a young Spaniard. The latter had a sympathetic face and a pleasing appearance. The doctora wore a silk gown, embroidered with flowers, and on her hat, a large parrot half crushed among trimmings of red and blue ribbons. The dust of the road had mingled with the rice powder on her cheeks, strongly accentuating her wrinkles. She was leaning on the arm of her lame husband. "I have the pleasure to present to you our cousin, Don Alfonso Linares de Espadaña," said Doña Victorina, pointing toward the young man. "The gentleman is a god-son of a relative of Father Dámaso, and is private secretary to all the ministers." The young man bowed gracefully. Captain Tiago almost kissed his hand. Doña Victorina was a woman of about forty-five summers, which, according to her arithmetical calculations, was equivalent to thirty-two springs. She had been pretty in her youth, but, raging over her own beauty, she had looked with disdain on many Filipino adorers, for her aspirations were for the other race. She had not cared to entrust her little white hand to anybody, but this not on account of lack of confidence on her part, for she had entrusted rings and jewels of inestimable value to various foreign adventurers.