"Have you seen the brother, Ramon?" he asked, changing instantly to a smile. "He should prove interesting to you, if you knew all. But they both harbour the worst opinion of me; and Ramon’s opinions have taken the pointed and substantial shape of a dagger thrust uncomfortably close to my heart, and a bullet that proved him, fortunately for me, a very poor shot. But I could not endure that, and when we catch him he will have his opportunities of pistol practice cut short." He made light of the matter in his speech, but there was that in his looks which told plainly how bitterly and intensely he hated. "Don’t speak of it, Sebastian," cried Dolores, shuddering. "I’m afraid our relationship is a little indefinite," I said. "My uncle married your aunt, and we are therefore—what?" "Staunch friends, I hope, Carbonnell; closer friends, I trust, than many relatives are." "With all my heart I hope that too, senor," declared Dolores, and soon after she and Senora Torella, who had scarcely said a word in Quesada’s presence, left us. As soon as we were alone and had lighted our cigars, my host returned to the subject of the Castelars, and his open, unembarrassed manner of dealing with it surprised me. "You have seen Sarita Castelar, you say, Carbonnell? She is a very beautiful girl, don’t you think?" and his keen eyes were watching my face as I answered. "Unquestionably. One of the most beautiful I have ever seen." "It is a coincidence, too, is it not?—she is the image of her mother in looks; you are not at all unlike your uncle in looks, and you speak Spanish like a—as well as he did; you are here in Madrid. It would be a strange coincidence if the parallel was to be carried a stage farther." "And I were to fall in love with her and marry her, you mean?" If he could bluff, so could I; and in neither my laugh nor my face was there a trace of anything but apparent enjoyment of a rich absurdity. But it required no lynx eye to see that he did not enjoy my completion of his suggested parallel. "I’m afraid she’d have a poor sort of future. We younger sons of poor peers are not as a rule millionaires. But she is a very beautiful girl." "She is a very extraordinary one, and her brother has had far too much influence with her. I fear sometimes——" he left the sentence unfinished, pursed his lips, and shook his head dubiously. "By the way, she and Madame Chansette—who is, I believe, your late father’s sister—are hopeful that the family will restore the property which I understand belongs to Sarita’s mother and should have gone to her children."