Yet if you had called our little Concha a humbug--which in certain aspects of her character would have been a perfectly proper description--she would have replied in the utmost simplicity, and with a completely disarming smile, "But I only did it for Rollo's sake!" Which was true in its way, but (strangely enough) the thought of an audience always stirred Mistress Concha to do her best--"for Rollo's sake!" "Take me to the General," she said, with a glance round the circle; "I have ridden from the camp of the enemy to bring him tidings of the utmost importance. Every moment is precious!" "But the General is asleep," a staff-officer objected; "he gave orders that he was not to be called on any account." "Tell him that upon his hearing my news depend the lives of the Queen-Regent and her daughter, the young Queen. The Cause itself hangs in the balance!" And to hear Concha pronounce the last words was enough to have made a convert of Don Carlos himself. Who could have supposed that till within a few hours she had been heart and soul with the enemies of "The Cause"? Certainly not the smart Madrid officers who stood round, wishing that they had shaved more recently, and that their "other" uniforms had not been hanging, camphor-scented on account of the moths, in the close-shuttered lodgings about the Puerta del Sol. The Commander-in-Chief solved the difficulty, however, at that very moment, by appearing opportunely at the door of his tent. General Espartero at this time was a man of forty-five. His services in South America had touched his hair with grey. In figure he was heavily built, but, in spite of fever-swamps and battle-wounds, still erect and soldierly. "What news does the _Senorita_ bring?" he asked with a pleasant smile. "That I can only tell to yourself, General," the girl answered; "my name is Concha Cabezos of Seville. My father had the honour to serve with you in the War of the Independence!" "And a good soldier he was, _Senorita_," said Espartero, courteously. "I remember him well at Salamanca. He fought by my side like a brother!" Now since Concha was well aware that her father had not even been present at that crowning mercy, she smiled, and was comforted to know that even the great General Baldomero Espartero was an Andalucian--and a humbug. For which the Commander-in-Chief had the less excuse, since _he_ could not urge that it was done "for Rollo's sake!" Concha knew better than to blurt out her news concerning the presence of the Queen and her daughter so near the camp. That wise little woman had her terms to make, and for so much was prepared to give so much.