"I have read mine, and do you know what they tell me beside other news?" "Indeed, no, unless it be my appointment to the post of Alcade Mayor of Hispaniola, which, I allow, would greatly surprise me," he said, laughingly. "Do not jest so, Sancho; the matter is very serious." "Really? In that case speak, little sister. You see I have as solemn a face as your dear husband." "It is exactly to him I refer." "Stuff! My brother-in-law? Has any accident happened to him in the performance of his noble and wearisome duties?" "No, on the contrary, he is in better health than usual." "In that case, all the better for him; I wish him no harm, though he is the most fastidious gentleman of my acquaintance." "Will you listen to me--yes or no?" she asked, impatiently. "Why, I am doing so, dear sister." "You are really insupportable." "Come, do not be angry--I have done; I will not laugh anymore." "Have you seen the two Fifties encamped in front of the hatto?" "Yes, and I must allow that I was greatly surprised to see them." "You will be much more surprised on hearing that my husband is coming here." "He? Impossible, sister! He did not say a word to me about the journey." "Because it is secret." "Ah, ah!" the young man remarked, with a frown; "And are you sure that he is coming?" "Certain. The person who writes me so was present at his departure, which no one suspects; the courier who brought me the news, and to whom the greatest diligence was recommended, is only a few hours ahead of him." "This is, indeed, serious," the young man muttered. "What is to be done?" "S'death!" the young man replied, carelessly, but gazing fixedly at Doña Clara--"Welcome him." "Oh!" the lady exclaimed, twisting her hands despairingly, "I have been betrayed--he is coming to avenge himself!" "Avenge himself? For what, sister?" She gave him a look of strange significance, and then bent over him. "I am ruined, brother," she said, in a hollow voice, "for this man knows everything, and will kill me." Don Sancho, in spite of himself, was affected by this sorrow; he adored his sister, and felt ashamed of the part he was playing at this moment before her. "And I, too, Clara," he said to her, "know everything." "You! Oh, you are jesting, brother." "No, I am not; I love you, and wish to save you, even if I gave my life to do so: hence, reassure yourself, and do not fix upon me eyes haggard with grief." "What do you know, in heaven's name?" "I know that which probably a traitor, as you called him, has sold to your husband, that is to say, that you left the hatto, went aboard a vessel, which conveyed you to Nevis, and there--" "Oh! Not a word more, brother," she exclaimed as she fell into his arms; "you are really well informed, but I swear to you, brother, in the name of what is most sacred in the world, that, although appearances condemn me, I am innocent." "I know it, sister, and never doubted it; what is your intention, will you await your husband here?"