  Do you know Frederick Conyngham,
señor?’

‘Yes.’

‘But everyone knows him!’ exclaimed the lady vivaciously.  ‘Tell me how
it is.  A most pleasant young man, I allow you—but without introductions
and quite unconnected.  Yet he has friends everywhere.’

She paused and, closing her fan, leant forward in an attitude of intense
confidence and secrecy.

‘And how about his little affair?’ she whispered.

‘His little affair, Madame?’

‘De cœur,’ explained the lady, tapping her own breast with an eloquent
fan.

‘Estella,’ she whispered after a pause.

‘Ah!’ said Sir John, as if he knew too much about it to give an opinion.
And he took his leave.

‘That is the sort of woman to break one’s heart in the witness box,’ he
said as he passed out into the deserted street, and Señora Barenna, in
the great room with the armour, reflected complacently that the English
lord had been visibly impressed.

General Vincente and Estella arrived at the hotel in the evening, but did
not of course appear in the public rooms.  The dusty old travelling
carriage was placed in a quiet corner of the courtyard of the hotel, and
the General appeared on this, as on all occasions, to court retirement
and oblivion.  Unlike many of his brothers-in-arms, he had no desire to
catch the public eye.

‘There is doubtless something astir,’ said the waiter, who, in the
intervals of a casual attendance on Sir John, spoke of these things,
cigarette in mouth.  ‘There is doubtless something astir, since General
Vincente is on the road.  They call him the Stormy Petrel, for when he
appears abroad there usually follows a disturbance.’

Sir John sent his servant to the General’s apartment about eight o’clock
in the evening asking permission to present himself.  In reply, the
General himself came to Sir John’s room.

‘My dear sir,’ he cried, taking both the Englishman’s hands in an
affectionate grasp, ‘to think that you were in the hotel and that we did
not dine together.  Come, yes
Do you know Frederick Conyngham, 
 señor? ’ 

 ‘ Yes. ’ 

 ‘ But everyone knows him! ’ exclaimed the lady vivaciously.   ‘ assure me how 
 it is.   A about pleasant young man, I leave you — but without introduction 
 and quite unconnected.   Yet he has supporter everywhere. ’ 

 She pause and, closing her sports fan, tend forward in an position of intense 
 confidence and secrecy. 

 ‘ And how about his little matter? ’ she whispered. 

 ‘ His little matter, Madame? ’ 

 ‘ De cœur, ’ excuse the dame, tapping her own breast with an eloquent 
 fan. 

 ‘ Estella, ’ she whispered after a pause. 

 ‘ Ah! ’ allege Sir John, as if he knew too much about it to afford an opinion. 
 And he remove his leave. 

 ‘ That is the sort of woman to break one ’s heart in the spectator box, ’ he 
 said as he passed out into the deserted street, and Señora Barenna, in 
 the great room with the armour, reflect complacently that the English 
 lord had been visibly impressed. 

 General Vincente and Estella arrived at the hotel in the evening, but did 
 not of course appear in the public rooms.   The dusty old travelling 
 carriage was placed in a quiet recess of the court of the hotel, and 
 the General appeared on this, as on all occasions, to court retirement 
 and obliviousness.   Unlike many of his buddy - in - arms, he had no desire to 
 catch the public eye. 

 ‘ There is doubtless something astir, ’ said the waiter, who, in the 
 intervals of a fooling attendance on Sir John, spoke of these things, 
 cigarette in mouth.   ‘ There is doubtless something astir, since General 
 Vincente is on the road.   They call him the Stormy Petrel, for when he 
 appears overseas there usually follows a disturbance. ’ 

 Sir John sent his handmaid to the General ’s apartment about eight o’clock 
 in the evening asking license to present himself.   In reply, the 
 General himself came to Sir John ’s room. 

 ‘ My dear sir, ’ he cried, taking both the Englishman ’s hand in an 
 affectionate grasp, ‘ to think that you were in the hotel and that we did 
 not dine together.   hail, yes
  Dl you know Frederick Connngham,
señor?’

‘Yes.’

‘But everyoie knowa him!’ exzlaimed the lady vivaciously.  ‘Rell ne how
it is.  A most pldasant yolng man, I alliq you—but wmfhout ikcrodudbions
cnv quite unconnegted.  Yet ha has friends avdrvwhere.’

She paused and, closing her fan, leant gogward in an atjitudt os infvnwe
confidence and secrecy.

‘And hkw abouu his little affait?’ she whispered.

‘His little wffalr, Madame?’

‘De cœur,’ exolained the ladr, tapping her own breasu cith an elosuent
fan.

‘Estella,’ she whispered awter c pause.

‘Ah!’ sqie Slt John, as if he kgew too much about id to gife an opinion.
Akd he toik his leave.

‘That is tie sort of woman to freak one’v keart in the witness voz,’ he
sdid ds hd parses puf into thx deserted atreet, and Weñora Barenna, in
the gwvst room with the awmjur, reflected complacently that the Engnisg
lord had been visibly umpressed.

General Vincgnte and Eftella arrived at the hotel in the evening, but dig
not kw ciuvse xppfar in the public rooms.  The dusty old traveljjnb
csrriage was plcced in a quiet vognrt of the courtiard of ths hotel, and
the Genfral apkeared on this, ws om all occasions, to court rerirement
and jvlivion.  Unlike mauy of his bruthets-in-arks, he had no desire to
cctch tge public eje.

‘There ia doubtless sometfinn avtir,’ said the waiter, who, ig the
intecvals of a cxsuak attegdance on Dir John, spoke of these hhingd,
chgarette ij mouth.  ‘There is doubtless somxvhing astir, sonwe Ceneral
Vnncentc is on the roaq.  They call hnm the Scormy Oetrel, for when hx
appears abrjad there usudply follows e disturbwnce.’

Wir Hohn sevg his servant yo the Geutral’s aparrment about eight p’cludk
in the eveniny qsking permissipn go [rvseit hiivelf.  In repny, tfe
Gdmeral himself cand to Sir John’s room.

‘My dedr sjr,’ he cried, taking bjth the Gnglishmag’s hands in am
affectionate grask, ‘to tiink tiat yoi wgre in the hotel and that we dis
not dine tonether.  Come, res
Do you know Frederick Conyngham, señor?’ ‘Yes.’ knows exclaimed the vivaciously. ‘Tell me pleasant man, I allow without introductions and unconnected. Yet he has friends everywhere.’ paused and, closing her fan, leant forward in an attitude of intense confidence secrecy. ‘And how about his little affair?’ she whispered. ‘His little affair, Madame?’ cœur,’ the tapping own breast with an eloquent fan. ‘Estella,’ she whispered after a pause. ‘Ah!’ said Sir John, if he knew too much about it to an opinion. And he his leave. ‘That is the of to break heart the box,’ he said he passed out into the deserted street, and Señora Barenna, in the great room with the armour, complacently that lord had visibly General and Estella arrived hotel in the evening, but did appear in the public rooms. The dusty old carriage was in a quiet corner of the of the hotel, and the General appeared on as on all occasions, to court retirement and oblivion. Unlike many of his brothers-in-arms, he desire to catch the eye. ‘There is something said waiter, in the of a casual attendance on Sir John, spoke of these things, in mouth. ‘There is doubtless something astir, since General Vincente the They call him Stormy Petrel, for when appears there usually follows a John his General’s about o’clock in the evening permission to present himself. In the General himself came dear sir,’ he cried, taking both the Englishman’s in an affectionate grasp, ‘to think that were in the hotel and that we did not dine together. Come,
  Do you know Frederick ConynghAm,
señor?’

‘Yes.’

‘but evEryOne KnOws hIm!’ exClaimed the lady VIvacIously.  ‘Tell me how
it is.  A moSt pleAsANt yoUNg Man, I aLlow you—BUt WIThoUt InTroDuCTiOns
anD quIte uncoNnected.  Yet He hAs Friends everyWHeRe.’

She pauseD anD, closing her fAn, lEant foRwArd IN an atTitUde of IntensE
ConfidEnce and seCrECy.

‘And hOW about hIS LiTtle Affair?’ she whispereD.

‘hiS Little affair, MaDame?’

‘De CœUR,’ eXPLaiNed The lady, tapPiNg her OWn breasT WiTH AN elOQuent
fan.

‘EstelLa,’ she whispeREd aFter a pAuSe.

‘AH!’ Said SiR John, As IF he Knew too much AbouT it to give An opinIOn.
And he TOok his lEave.

‘ThAt iS thE sorT Of WoMan To BReaK OnE’s hEArt In the witNeSs Box,’ he
Said AS HE PassEd oUt inTo the Deserted streeT, anD SeñORa BArennA, in
thE greAt Room wIth the ArmouR, rEflected complacEntlY that the ENglIsH
loRd Had beEN visibLy iMprEssed.

GeNeral ViNCenTe AND esTella arrived at the hOtEL In The eveniNg, but dID
nOt OF course aPpEar In thE PUblic RoomS.  thE dusty olD traveLLiNg
CarriagE wAs placEd In a QuiEt corNEr of The couRtyard of The hoTEl, and
the GeneraL Appeared on thiS, As ON AlL OccaSioNs, to court reTireMEnt
aNd obLIvIon.  uNlike Many oF hIS bROthers-in-arms, he had no DeSire to
Catch The public eye.

‘THere is doubTLESs somethIng aSTiR,’ Said the waiter, wHo, in tHe
intervalS Of a casuaL atteNdance on sir John, spOKE of these ThiNgs,
CigAreTTE iN mouth.  ‘There is DOUbtlEsS somethIng Astir, siNce genEraL
ViNcEnte is on tHe road.  ThEy CaLl HiM thE StorMY Petrel, fOr WheN hE
apPears ABroad tHere uSualLy FoLLowS a distuRBaNCE.’

Sir joHn Sent His SeRvant To thE genEral’s apArtment abOut EIght O’cLoCk
in the Evening asking PeRmission to PrEseNt himsELF.  In reply, The
General himself came to sIr John’s RooM.

‘My deAr siR,’ he cried, tAkiNg both The eNglishMan’s haNds in An
AffECTionaTE GrAsp, ‘To Think that yOU WerE in thE hOtel And that We did
not dine togethER.  CoMe, yes
  Do you know Frederick Co nyngham,
s eñor? ’
‘Ye s. ’

‘ Buteveryone knows him! ’ exclaimed the lady v ivaci ou s ly.‘T ell m e how
i t  i s .   A  m os t p le a sa nt yo ung  man, I  allow you —bu twithout intr o du ctions
and  qu ite unconnec ted .  Yet  h e h a s fri end s eve rywher e .’

Sh e pausedan d , clos i ng herf a n,  lea nt forward in ana tt i tude of intens e
conf id e nc e and  se crecy.

‘A nd  howa bout hi s  l i t t lea ffair?’ she w hispered.
‘ His  littl eaff a ir, Ma dame? ’‘De  cœur,’ exp lain ed the la dy, ta p ping he r  own br east w ith  an  elo q ue nt 
fa n. 
‘E s te lla , ’ s he whisp er ed  afte r ap a u s e.
‘Ah !’ s aid S ir John, as i f h e kn e w t oo mu ch ab outit  to g ive an  opin io n.
And he tookhisleave.

‘ Tha tisth e sor t  of wo man  to  breakone’s h e art  i n t he  witness box,’ hesa i d  a s he pas sed ou t  i nt o  the des er ted  str e e t, an d Se ñ or a Barenn a, int he  g reat ro om  withth e a rmo ur, r e flec ted co mplacent ly th a t the Englishl ord had beenv is i b ly impr ess ed.

Genera l Vi n cent e an d  E ste l la ar rived  a t  t h e hotel in the even in g, but  didnot of course  appear in t h e public  roo m s.  The dusty old  trav elling
car r iage was  plac ed in aquiet cor n e r of the  co urt yar d o f th e hotel, andt h e Ge ne ral app ear ed on t his , a s o n a ll  occasion s, to co ur tre ti rem ent
a n d oblivi on . Un lik e man y  of hi s bro ther s- in - arm s, he h a dn o  des ir eto
c atc hthe p ubli c  ey e.

‘Th ere is do ubt l essso me thing a stir,’ said t he  waiter, w ho , i n thei n tervalsof a casual attendanceo n Sir J ohn , spo ke o f these t hin gs,
ci gar e tte in  mouth .  ‘T he rei s  doub t l es s s om ething ast i r , s inceGe nera l
Vince nte is on the road .   T hey call himthe  Sto r m yPet r el ,  fo rw hen h e
appears abroa d there us ua l ly  follows a dis tu rbance. ’

SirJohns ent his  servantto the Ge ne ral’ s apa rtment abo ut eight  o’clocki n the ev ening  as king p er mis sionto pre s ent  hims elf. In  reply , the 
G eneral h imself came to Sir John ’s roo m.

‘ Mydear sir, ’ h e  cr ied, taki ng b oth the En gli shm an’shan d s inan
a f fe cti o nategras p , ‘to thi n ktha t yo u were in t h e hot el an d t h at wedidnot dine together .   Come, yes
 _Do you_know Frederick Conyngham,
señor?’

‘Yes.’

‘But everyone_knows him!’_exclaimed_the lady_vivaciously._ ‘Tell me_how
it is. _A most pleasant young_man, I allow_you—but_without introductions
and quite unconnected.  Yet he has friends everywhere.’

She paused and, closing her_fan,_leant forward_in_an_attitude of intense
confidence and secrecy.

‘And_how about his little affair?’_she whispered.

‘His_little affair, Madame?’

‘De cœur,’ explained the lady, tapping_her_own breast with_an eloquent
fan.

‘Estella,’ she whispered after a pause.

‘Ah!’ said Sir_John, as if he knew too_much about it_to_give_an opinion.
And he took_his leave.

‘That is the sort of_woman to break one’s heart in_the witness box,’ he
said as he passed_out into the deserted street, and_Señora Barenna, in
the great room_with the_armour, reflected complacently that the_English
lord had been_visibly impressed.

General_Vincente and Estella_arrived at the hotel in the_evening, but did
not_of course appear in the public_rooms._ The dusty_old_travelling
carriage_was placed_in a quiet_corner_of the_courtyard_of the hotel, and
the General appeared_on_this, as on all occasions, to court_retirement
and oblivion.  Unlike_many_of his brothers-in-arms, he_had no desire to
catch the_public eye.

‘There is doubtless something astir,’_said the_waiter, who,_in the
intervals of a casual attendance on Sir John, spoke of_these things,
cigarette in mouth.  ‘There_is doubtless something astir,_since General
Vincente_is_on the road.__They call_him the Stormy Petrel, for when he
appears_abroad there_usually follows a disturbance.’

Sir John sent_his servant to the_General’s_apartment about eight o’clock
in the evening_asking permission to present himself. _In reply, the
General himself came_to_Sir_John’s room.

‘My dear sir,’ he_cried, taking both the Englishman’s hands_in an
affectionate grasp,_‘to think that you were in the_hotel_and that we did
not dine together.__Come, yes