"When Francisco came up from the town that day I watched him with a new and critical gaze. Under the elegant, courteous, smiling air, I became aware of a suggestion of ruthless cruelty. For the first time it struck me that his handsome eyes were too close together. On the present occasion I saw that under his debonair nonchalance which never varied, he was deeply concerned about something. "At dinner when the servants had left the room, the cause of it came out. He was obliged to make a hurried trip to New Orleans on affairs of the government, he said. I must explain that mamma is of a soft and affectionate nature and prides herself on the fact that she has never been parted from Francisco. Francisco, whatever his faults, is devoted to mamma and humors her in all things. Consequently he is obliged to carry us with him wherever he goes, though I am sure it is often inconvenient. So when he said New Orleans we began to plan our packing. "We would go aboard his yacht _La Tinita_ at bed-time, he said, and she would weigh anchor as soon as she was coaled. It must be given out that we were merely going cruising in the Caribbean, he said. Secrecy had often been enjoined on us before, and we had taken it as a matter of course. To his own household Francisco could do no wrong. "But this time my suspicions were aroused. I wondered what devilment he was up to. It did not occur to me to connect our sudden departure with my uncle's journey. 'New Orleans' put me off the track. The _Alliança_ went to New York. Moreover the idea of a personal enmity between the two men had not yet been suggested to me. I merely thought of them as belonging to different parties. "At sea next day I had the impulse to try to draw out Francisco. He is always especially good-tempered at sea. We were sitting in deck-chairs under the lee of the after deck-house; mamma was there too, and I said: "'Francisco, what is the political situation in Managuay?' "He stared and laughed. 'Good Heavens, child! what put the idea of politics into your head?' "'I'm no longer a child,' I objected. 'I must begin to know about things.' "'Not politics, I hope!' "'What is politics, anyway?' "'Politics is knavish tricks,' he said teasingly. "'Well, you're a politician, aren't you?' "'No, I'm a statesman,' he said with a wink. "'Please be serious. What party do you belong to?' "'The Conservative party. Why?' "'What party does my Uncle Tony belong to?' "I saw that I had flicked him on the raw. His eyes narrowed, he sucked in his lip. Almost immediately he was smiling again. 'What on earth made you think of him just then?' "'I often think of him.' "'What have you heard about him lately?' "The anxiety with which he asked this suggested to me the wisdom of lying. 'Nothing but what you say about him,' I replied with a clear brow. "'Are you still fond of him?' he asked with a queer look. "'How could I be?' I answered, 'not having seen him in eleven years.'