Arthur, intensely amused, made a purposely severe and literal translation of Franklin's famous apothegm, and then watched Father Felipe raise his eyes and hands to the ceiling in pious protest and mute consternation. "And these are your American ethics?" he said at last. "They are, and in conjunction with manifest destiny, and the star of Empire, they have brought us here, and--have given me the honour of your acquaintance," said Arthur in English. Father Felipe looked at his friend in hopeless bewilderment. Arthur instantly became respectful and Spanish. To change the subject and relieve the old man's evident embarrassment, he at once plunged into a humorous description of his adventure of the morning. The diversion was only partially successful. Father Felipe became at once interested, but did not laugh. When the young man had concluded he approached him, and laying his soft hand on Arthur's curls, turned his face upward toward him with a parental gesture that was at once habitual and professional, and said-- "Look at me here. I am an old man, Don Arturo. Pardon me if I think I have some advice to give you that may be worthy your hearing. Listen, then! You are one of those men capable of peculiarly affecting and being affected by women. So! Pardon," he continued, gently, as a slight flush rose into Arthur's cheek, despite the smile that came as quickly to his face. "Is it not so? Be not ashamed, Don Arturo! It is not here," he added, with a poetical gesture toward the wall of the refectory, where hung the painted effigy of the blessed St Anthony; "it is not here that I would undervalue or speak lightly of their influence. The widow is rich, eh?--handsome, eh? impulsive? You have no heart in the profession you have chosen. What then? You have some in the instincts--what shall I say--the accomplishments and graces you have not considered worthy of a practical end! You are a natural lover. Pardon! You have the four S's--'_Sáno_, _solo_, _solicito_, _y secreto_.' Good! Take an old man's advice, and make good use of them. Turn your weaknesses--eh? perhaps it _is_ too strong a word!--the frivolities and vanities of your youth into a power for your old age! Eh?" Arthur smiled a superior smile. He was thinking of the horror with which the old man had received the axiom he had recently quoted. He threw himself back in his chair in an attitude of burlesque sentiment, and said, with simulated heroics-- "But what, O my Father! what if a devoted, exhausting passion for somebody else already filled my heart? You would not advise me to be false to that? Perish the thought!" Father Felipe did not smile. A peculiar expression passed over his broad, brown, smoothly shaven face, and the habitual look of childlike simplicity and deferential courtesy faded from it. He turned his small black eyes on Arthur, and said-- "Do you think you are capable of such a passion, my son? Have you had an attachment that was superior to novelty or self-interest?"