After the first outburst of enthusiasm, which in youth always takes hold in such exaggerated forms, since youth finds everything beautiful, they wanted to be informed how the affair had been managed. “I saw Padre Irene this morning,” said Makaraig with a certain air of mystery. “Hurrah for Padre Irene!” cried an enthusiastic student. “Padre Irene,” continued Makaraig, “has told me about everything that took place at Los Baños. It seems that they disputed for at least a week, he supporting and defending our case against all of them, against Padre Sibyla, Padre Fernandez, Padre Salvi, the General, the jeweler Simoun—” “The jeweler Simoun!” interrupted one of his listeners. “What has that Jew to do with the affairs of our country? We enrich him by buying—” “Keep quiet!” admonished another impatiently, anxious to learn how Padre Irene had been able to overcome such formidable opponents. “There were even high officials who were opposed to our project, the Head Secretary, the Civil Governor, Quiroga the Chinaman—” “Quiroga the Chinaman! The pimp of the—” “Shut up!” “At last,” resumed Makaraig, “they were going to pigeonhole the petition and let it sleep for months and months, when Padre Irene remembered the Superior Commission of Primary Instruction and proposed, since the matter concerned the teaching of the Castilian tongue, that the petition be referred to that body for a report upon it.” “But that Commission hasn’t been in operation for a long time,” observed Pecson. “That’s exactly what they replied to Padre Irene, and he answered that this was a good opportunity to revive it, and availing himself of the presence of Don Custodio, one of its members, he proposed on the spot that a committee should be appointed. Don Custodio’s activity being known and recognized, he was named as arbiter and the petition is now in his hands. He promised that he would settle it this month.” “Hurrah for Don Custodio!” “But suppose Don Custodio should report unfavorably upon it?” inquired the pessimist Pecson. Upon this they had not reckoned, being intoxicated with the thought that the matter would not be pigeonholed, so they all turned to Makaraig to learn how it could be arranged. “The same objection I presented to Padre Irene, but with his sly smile he said to me: ‘We’ve won a great deal, we have succeeded in getting the matter on the road to a decision, the opposition sees itself forced to join battle.’ If we can bring some influence to bear upon Don Custodio so that he, in accordance with his liberal tendencies, may report favorably, all is won, for the General showed himself to be absolutely neutral.” Makaraig paused, and an impatient listener asked, “How can we influence him?” “Padre Irene pointed out to me two ways—” “Quiroga,” some one suggested. “Pshaw, great use Quiroga—” “A fine present.” “No, that won’t do, for he prides himself upon being incorruptible.” “Ah, yes, I know!” exclaimed Pecson with a laugh. “Pepay the dancing girl.”