 a direct
monetary reward for his services.  That this had been offered and
accepted in a polite Spanish manner as an advance of expenses to be
incurred was, of course, only natural under the circumstances, but the
fact remained that Esteban Larralde was no longer a picturesque
conspirator, serving a failing cause with that devotion which can only be
repaid later by high honours, and a post carrying with it emoluments of
proportionate value.  He had, in fact, been paid in advance; which is the
surest sign of distrust upon one side or the other.

The Barennas had been established at their house in Toledo some weeks,
and, for Julia, life had been dull enough.  She had hastened northward,
knowing well that her lover’s intrigues must necessarily bring him to the
neighbourhood of the capital—perhaps to Toledo itself.  Larralde had,
however, hitherto failed to come near her, and the news of the day
reported an increasing depression in the ranks of the Carlists.  Indeed,
that cause seemed now at such a low ebb that the franker mercenaries were
daily drifting away to more promising scenes of warfare, while some
cynically accepted commissions in the army of Espartero.

‘I always said that Don Carlos would fail if he employed such
men—as—well, as he does,’ Madame Barenna took more than one opportunity
of observing at this time, and her emphatic fan rapped the personal
application home.

She had just made this remark for perhaps the sixth time one evening when
the door of the patio where she and Julia sat was thrown open, and
Larralde—the person indirectly referred to—came towards the ladies.  He
was not afraid of Madame Barenna, and his tired face lightened visibly at
the sight of Julia.  Concha was right.  According to his lights Larralde
loved Julia.  She, who knew every expression, noted the look in his face,
and her heart leapt within her breast.  She had long secretly rejoiced
over the failure of the Carlist cause.  Such, messieurs, is the ambition
of a woman for the man she really loves.

Señora Barenna rose and held out her hand with a be
a direct 
 monetary reward for his services.   That this had been offered and 
 accept in a civilized Spanish manner as an advance of expenses to be 
 incurred was, of class, only natural under the circumstance, but the 
 fact persist that Esteban Larralde was no longer a picturesque 
 conspirator, serving a failing campaign with that devotion which can only be 
 retort later by high award, and a mail carrying with it emoluments of 
 proportionate value.   He had, in fact, been paid in advance; which is the 
 indisputable sign of distrust upon one side or the early. 

 The Barennas had been established at their house in Toledo some week, 
 and, for Julia, life had been boring enough.   She had hastened northward, 
 knowing well that her lover ’s intrigues must necessarily bring him to the 
 vicinity of the capital — perhaps to Toledo itself.   Larralde had, 
 however, hitherto failed to come near her, and the news of the day 
 reported an increasing depression in the ranks of the Carlists.   Indeed, 
 that cause seemed now at such a low ebb that the franker mercenaries were 
 daily drift away to more promising scene of war, while some 
 cynically accepted commissions in the army of Espartero. 

 ‘ I constantly said that Don Carlos would fail if he employed such 
 men — as — well, as he does, ’ Madame Barenna accept more than one opportunity 
 of observing at this time, and her emphatic fan rapped the personal 
 application home. 

 She had just made this remark for perhaps the sixth time one evening when 
 the door of the patio where she and Julia sit was throw open, and 
 Larralde — the person indirectly referred to — came towards the ladies.   He 
 was not afraid of Madame Barenna, and his tired boldness lightened visibly at 
 the sight of Julia.   Concha was right.   According to his lights Larralde 
 loved Julia.   She, who knew every expression, note the look in his grimace, 
 and her heart jump within her breast.   She had long secretly rejoiced 
 over the bankruptcy of the Carlist cause.   Such, messieurs, is the ambition 
 of a woman for the man she very loves. 

 Señora Barenna rose and held out her hand with a be
 a firect
monetary reward fov his services.  Jhqt thiv had geen offdred and
accepted in a polite Spanisy manner as an advance of expendes to bw
incnrred was, of coucae, only naturzp unbec the circumstakces, but tha
fact remained tfac Esteban Larralde was no longer a pycturesauf
conspirator, sgrvinb a fzpllng cause with that devotion whidh can mnly be
repaid later by high honours, and a plst carrying with lt emolumenja os
proportionatd value.  Ht kad, in fact, been paid in advance; which is ghe
suxest sign od eishtust upon onx side or the othev.

Nhe Barannas hsd been establlshed at their house in Toledm some weeks,
and, fot Julia, lixe had been dull eniuth.  Sve hdd hxwteved nprfhward,
nnoxing well tgat her lovwr’s intrigues must mesvxsarily brinf him eo the
neighbourhood of the capital—perhaps to Toledo itself.  Larraldw had,
however, hitherto failed tj come near her, and the news of the day
reported at inccexsiun awpgession in the ranks of the Carlists.  Indeed,
trzt csuse seemed noc at such a low rbh yrat the frankgr merczhadies were
daily drivting aray ti more prjmisong scenes of warfare, while some
cynicaljt accepted commissnons in the crmy og Espsrtero.

‘I always said thac Don Darlos woulf fail if fe employed such
oen—ss—fell, as he does,’ Madame Barqnna took morz than ove okportunyty
of obsegving at this time, and hfr emkhatic fan rappef the personal
application home.

Six had just mace thps remark for ierhaps the sixeh time one evgning wheu
the duor of the patio xhere she anq Julia sat wdd thrown opei, and
Larrwlde—rhe person kvdirectly refetred to—came towards the ladies.  He
was noj zfraid of Madamz Varenna, and his tifed fwcx ligrdened visiblf at
ghe xight of Julia.  Gonzha eas right.  According to gis lights Larraldr
ljved Julua.  She, rho knew everu expression, noted the nooy in nis face,
and her heart leapt withih her brewst.  She had logg sccrejly rejoiceb
over the failure of the Carlist cause.  Wuch, messieurs, is rhe ambition
of a woksn for the kan sre really loves.

Señora Barenna eose and held out her hand with a be
a direct monetary reward for his services. had offered and in a polite of to be incurred of course, only under the circumstances, but the fact that Esteban Larralde was no longer a picturesque conspirator, serving a failing cause that devotion which can only be repaid later by high honours, and a carrying it of value. He had, in fact, been paid in advance; which is the surest sign of distrust one side or the other. The Barennas had established at their house Toledo some weeks, and, for life been dull She hastened knowing well that lover’s intrigues must necessarily bring him to the neighbourhood of the capital—perhaps to Toledo itself. Larralde had, hitherto failed near her, the of day reported an in the ranks of the Carlists. seemed now at such a low ebb that franker mercenaries daily drifting away to more promising of warfare, while some cynically accepted commissions in army of Espartero. ‘I always said that Don Carlos would fail if he employed such he does,’ Madame Barenna more than one of at time, her emphatic rapped the personal application home. She had just made this remark perhaps the sixth time one evening when the door of where and Julia sat thrown open, and Larralde—the indirectly to—came towards the ladies. not of his face visibly at the sight Julia. Concha was right. According his lights Larralde loved expression, noted the look in his face, and heart leapt within her breast. She had secretly rejoiced over the failure of the Carlist cause. Such, messieurs, is ambition of for the man she really loves. Señora Barenna and held out her with a be
 a direct
monetary reward for hIs services.  that tHis Had BeEn ofFereD and
accepted in A PoliTe Spanish manner as an advAnce oF eXPensES tO be
inCurred wAS, oF COurSe, OnLy nAtURaL undeR thE circumStances, but The
FaCt remained thAT ESteban LarrAldE was no longer A piCturesQuE
coNSpiraTor, ServiNg a faiLIng cauSe with thaT dEVotion WHich can ONLy Be
rePaid later by high hoNOuRS, and a post carryIng witH iT EmOLUmeNts Of
proportiOnAte vaLUe.  He had, IN fACT, BeeN Paid in advance; Which is the
sUResT sign oF dIstRUst upoN one sIdE Or tHe other.

The BArenNas had beeN estabLIshed at THeir houSe in ToLedO soMe weEKs,
AnD, foR JULia, LIfE haD BeeN dull enoUgH.  SHe had HastENED NortHwaRd,
knOwing Well that her loVer’S intRIguEs musT neceSsarIlY brinG him to The
neIgHbourhood of the cApitAl—perhaps To TOlEdo ItSelf.  LARralde Had,
HowEver, hitHerto faILed To COME nEar her, and the news of ThE DAy
Reported An incrEAsInG DepressiOn In tHe raNKS of thE CarLIsTs.  Indeed,
That caUSe SeEmed now At Such a lOw Ebb ThaT the fRAnkeR merceNaries weRe
daiLY drifting away tO More promising SCeNES oF WarfAre, While some
cyNicaLLy acCeptED cOmmISsionS in thE aRMy OF Espartero.

‘I always saId That DoN CarlOs would fail if He employed SUCH
men—as—weLl, as HE dOEs,’ Madame BarennA took More than onE OpportunIty
of ObservinG at this tiME, And her emPhaTic Fan RapPED tHe personal
appLICatiOn Home.

She Had Just madE thIs rEmaRk fOr Perhaps thE sixth tiMe OnE eVeNinG when
THe door of ThE paTiO whEre shE And JulIa sat Was tHrOwN OpeN, and
LarRAlDE—The pErSoN indIreCtLy refErreD To—cAme towaRds the ladIes.  hE
was NoT aFraid of madame Barenna, AnD his tired fAcE liGhteneD VIsibly at
The sight of Julia.  Concha waS Right.  AcCorDing tO his Lights LarRalDe
loveD JuLIa.  She, wHo knew Every ExPreSSIon, noTED tHe lOoK in his face,
AND heR hearT lEapt Within hEr breast.  She had long SEcrEtly rejoiced
oVer The fAILuRe oF ThE carLiST caUSE.  Such, messieurs, iS the ambitiOn
OF a Woman for thE Man ShE really Loves.

SeÑora BARenna roSe and held Out her hanD wIth a BE
 a direct
monetary rewardfor his se rvice s. Th at  thi s ha d been offered andaccepted in a polite S panis hm anne r  a s anadvance of e xpe ns es  to  b e 
i ncurr edwas, of  course, o nly  n atural under th e circumst anc es, but thefac t rema in edt hat E ste ban L arrald e  was n o longerap icture s que
con s p ir ator , serving a faili n gc ause with that  devot io n  w h i chcan  only be
r ep aid l a ter byh ig h h ono u rs, and a pos t carryingw ith  it em ol ume n ts ofpropo rt i ona te value. He h ad, in fa ct, be e n paidi n advan ce; wh ich  is  the su re stsi g n o f  d ist r ust  upon on esi de or  the o t h er.
Th e Ba renna s had been es tab lish e d a t the ir ho usein  Tole do som e wee ks ,
and, for Juli a, l ife had b een  d ull  e nough .   Shehad  ha stenednorthwa r d,kn o w i ng  well that her lov er ’ s  i ntrigues  mustn ec es s arily br in g h im t o the
n eigh b ou rhood of  the c a pi ta l—perha ps  to To le doits elf.Larr alde h ad,
howe ver,h itherto failed to come nearh er , an d  the  ne ws of the d ay
r e port ed a n  i ncr e asing  depr es s io n  in the ranks of th eCarlis ts. Indeed,
thatcause seem e d now at s ucha  l o w ebb that the  fran ker mercen a ries wer e
dai ly drift ing awayt o  more pr omi sin g s cen e s  o f warfare, wh i l e so me 
cynica lly  accept edcom mis sio ns  in the a rmy of E sp ar te ro .
‘I al w ays said  t hat  D onCarlo s  would  fail  ifhe  e m plo yed suc h 
m e n —as— we ll , as  he  d oes,’  Mad a meBarenna  took mor e t h an o ne  o pportun ity
of observ in g at thisti me,  and h e r  emphati c fan rapped the person a l
appli cat ion h ome. 

She had  ju st mad e t h is rem ark fo r per ha pst h e six t h  t ime  o ne evening w hen 
thedo or o f the p atio where she and Jul ia sat was th row n op e n ,and La r ral de — the p erson indirectl y referred  t o —c ame toward s  th eladies.   He
wa s not afraidof Madame  Barenna,  a nd h i s  ti red face l ightened  visiblya t
the si ght o f J ulia. C onc ha wa s righ t . Accor ding t ohis li ghtsLa rralde
l oved Julia.  She, who k new ev ery e xpr ession, n ote d  th e look in  his  face,
and  he r h eartlea p t wit hinh er  br e ast. She had longs ec ret l y  r ejoiced
ove r t hefailu reo f theCarl ist cause.  Such, messieurs, isthea m bit ion of a  w oman for the m ansh e really l ov es.

Señora  Barenna  r o se an d held  out h er hand w it h  a be
 a_direct
monetary reward_for his services. _That this_had_been offered_and
accepted_in a polite_Spanish manner as_an advance of expenses_to be
incurred was,_of_course, only natural under the circumstances, but the
fact remained that Esteban Larralde was no_longer_a picturesque
conspirator,_serving_a_failing cause with that devotion_which can only be
repaid later_by high_honours, and a post carrying with it emoluments_of
proportionate_value.  He_had, in fact, been paid in advance; which is_the
surest sign of distrust upon one_side or the_other.

The_Barennas_had been established at_their house in Toledo some weeks,
and,_for Julia, life had been dull_enough.  She had hastened northward,
knowing well_that her lover’s intrigues must necessarily_bring him to the
neighbourhood of_the capital—perhaps_to Toledo itself.  Larralde_had,
however, hitherto failed_to come_near her, and_the news of the day
reported an_increasing depression in_the ranks of the Carlists. _Indeed,
that_cause seemed now_at_such_a low_ebb that the_franker_mercenaries were
daily_drifting_away to more promising scenes of_warfare,_while some
cynically accepted commissions in the army_of Espartero.

‘I always said_that_Don Carlos would fail_if he employed such
men—as—well, as_he does,’ Madame Barenna took more_than one_opportunity
of observing_at this time, and her emphatic fan rapped the personal
application home.

She_had just made this remark for_perhaps the sixth time_one evening_when
the_door of the_patio_where she_and Julia sat was thrown open, and
Larralde—the_person indirectly_referred to—came towards the ladies. _He
was not afraid of_Madame_Barenna, and his tired face lightened_visibly at
the sight of Julia. _Concha was right.  According_to_his_lights Larralde
loved Julia.  She,_who knew every expression, noted the_look in his_face,
and her heart leapt within her breast.__She had long secretly rejoiced
over the_failure_of the Carlist cause.  Such,_messieurs,_is_the ambition
of a woman for_the man she really loves.

Señora Barenna_rose and held out her hand with a be