Nationalists -- Philippines -- Fiction; Philippine fiction (Spanish) -- Translations into English; Philippines -- History -- Fiction
Hisses were heard, and the inflexible gentleman turned angrily to see
if they were meant for him, but the galloping of horses resounded and
the stir increased. One might have said that a revolution had broken
out, or at least a riot, but no, the orchestra had suspended the waltz
and was playing the royal march: it was his Excellency, the
Captain-General and Governor of the islands, who was entering. All eyes
sought and followed him, then lost sight of him, until he finally
appeared in his box. After looking all about him and making some
persons happy with a lordly salute, he sat down, as though he were
indeed the man for whom the chair was waiting. The artillerymen then
became silent and the orchestra tore into the prelude.
Our students occupied a box directly facing that of Pepay, the dancing
girl. Her box was a present from Makaraig, who had already got on good
terms with her in order to propitiate Don Custodio. Pepay had that very
afternoon written a note to the illustrious arbiter, asking for an
answer and appointing an interview in the theater. For this reason, Don
Custodio, in spite of the active opposition he had manifested toward
the French operetta, had gone to the theater, which action won him some
caustic remarks on the part of Don Manuel, his ancient adversary in the
sessions of the Ayuntamiento.
“I’ve come to judge the operetta,” he had replied in the tone of a Cato
whose conscience was clear.
So Makaraig was exchanging looks of intelligence with Pepay, who was
giving him to understand that she had something to tell him. As the
dancing girl’s face wore a happy expression, the students augured that
a favorable outcome was assured. Sandoval, who had just returned from
making calls in other boxes, also assured them that the decision had
been favorable, that that very afternoon the Superior Commission had
considered and approved it. Every one was jubilant, even Pecson having
laid aside his pessimism when he saw the smiling Pepay display a note.
Sandoval and Makaraig congratulated one another, Isagani alone
remaining cold and unsmiling. What had happened to this young man?
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