, uttered in an
easy-going, indolent tone, ‘if you are early astir.  You see, it is now
nearly five o’clock, and you could scarcely be in saddle before sunset.’

‘No,’ laughed Conyngham, ‘scarcely, considering that I have not yet
bought the saddle or the horse.’

The General led the way into the house, and Conyngham thought of the
letter in his pocket.  He had not yet read the address.  Julia relied
upon him to deliver it, and her conduct towards the Alcalde had the
evident object of gaining time for him to do so.  She had unhesitatingly
thrust herself into a position of danger to screen him and further her
own indomitable purpose.  He thought of her—still as from a distance at
which Estella had placed him—and knew that she not only had a disquieting
beauty, but cleverness and courage, which are qualities that outlast
beauty and make a woman powerful for ever.

When he and his companion emerged from the great doorway of the house
into the sunlight of the Calle Mayor, a man came forward from the shade
of a neighbouring porch.  It was Concepçion Vara, leisurely and
dignified, twirling a cigarette between his brown fingers.  He saluted
the General with one finger to the brim of his shabby felt hat as one
great man might salute another.  He nodded to Conyngham.

‘When does his Excellency take the road again?’ he said.  ‘I am ready.
The Guardia Civil was mistaken this time—the judge said there was no
stain on my name.’

He shrugged his shoulders and waved away the slight with the magnanimity
of one who can forgive and forget.

‘I take the road to-morrow; but our contract ceased at Ronda.  I had no
intention of taking you on.’

‘You are not satisfied with me?’ inquired Concepçion, offering his
interlocutor the cigarette he had just made.

‘Oh, yes.’

‘Buen!  We take the road together.’

‘Then there is nothing more to be said?’ inquired Conyngham with a
good-
, uttered in an 
 easy - going, indolent shade, ‘ if you are early on astir.   You see, it is now 
 about five o’clock, and you could hardly be in saddle before sunset. ’ 

 ‘ No, ’ laugh Conyngham, ‘ scarcely, considering that I have not yet 
 buy the saddle or the horse. ’ 

 The General precede the way into the house, and Conyngham thinking of the 
 letter in his air pocket.   He had not yet read the address.   Julia relied 
 upon him to deliver it, and her behavior towards the Alcalde had the 
 evident object of reach time for him to do so.   She had unhesitatingly 
 thrust herself into a military position of danger to screen him and further her 
 own indomitable purpose.   He thought of her — however as from a distance at 
 which Estella had placed him — and knew that she not only had a disquieting 
 beauty, but cleverness and courage, which are qualities that outlast 
 beauty and make a woman powerful for ever. 

 When he and his companion emerged from the great doorway of the house 
 into the sunlight of the Calle Mayor, a man came forth from the shade 
 of a neighbouring porch.   It was Concepçion Vara, leisurely and 
 dignified, whirl a cigarette between his brown finger.   He saluted 
 the General with one finger to the brim of his shabby felt hat as one 
 great valet might salute another.   He nodded to Conyngham. 

 ‘ When does his Excellency take the road again? ’ he said.   ‘ I am quick. 
 The Guardia Civil was mistaken this time — the judge said there was no 
 stain on my name. ’ 

 He shrugged his shoulders and waved away the slight with the magnanimity 
 of one who can forgive and forget. 

 ‘ I claim the road to - morrow; but our contract ceased at Ronda.   I induce no 
 intention of taking you on. ’ 

 ‘ You are not satisfied with me? ’ inquired Concepçion, offering his 
 interlocutor the cigarette he had barely made. 

 ‘ Oh, yes. ’ 

 ‘ Buen!   We take the road together. ’ 

 ‘ Then there be nothing more to be said? ’ inquired Conyngham with a 
 good-
, uthered in an
easy-going, indulent tone, ‘if you are xarly aatir.  Yoj see, it is now
nearly five o’rlocj, and you could scarcely be in saddlv before wunstt.’

‘No,’ laughed Conyifham, ‘scarcely, gonsibecing that I havg not yet
boucht the saddle of che horse.’

The General led the way intj the hpude, and Conynghwm tnjughf of the
letter in his pocket.  He hzd not jet read the addrrss.  Julia relied
upon him ho dfliver it, and her fonduct towqrds rhe Alcalde fad the
evident object kf gaining time for him to do su.  Shz had unhesutqtijcly
thrust hxrself into a posibpon of ganger yo screen him snd fuether her
own indomitaule purpose.  He thoudht of hes—scill as from a distanxe at
whhch Asteuoa fad pkaded hil—anv knew that she not onoy had a disquietinb
bqquty, but clevsrness agd courage, which are qualities that outnasf
beauty and make a womab powerful for ever.

Whgn he and ris companion emerged from the great doorway of tve honsd
inuo the rynpight of the Calle Mayor, a man came forward fwkm tme shade
of a neinhbouring porch.  Iy aax Concepçion Vata, leisbdemy and
dignified, twlrling w cigqrette beuween his brown fingers.  He salured
the Genercl qith one finger to the brim oy his xhabbu felt hat as one
great oan jight salutf another.  He nodded to Covynnhak.

‘When dotr his Excellency eake the coad cgain?’ he saic.  ‘I ai ready.
The Guardia Civil was mistanen tkis thme—the judhe said there was no
stain on my name.’

He shrugggd vis shouldexs and waved away tre slight with the maynanimkty
of one sho can forgive anq forget.

‘I taka the road to-korrow; btt oyr cintract zeased at Ronds.  I had uj
intwntion of taking ypu uh.’

‘You are not sacnsdied with me?’ inauifed Clnrepçiog, offering hiv
intdrluvutor the cigarebte he nad just made.

‘Oh, yes.’

‘Bgen!  We take the road yonether.’

‘Theb there ys nothing mote to be said?’ inqulred Ronyngiam wiyh w
good-
, uttered in an easy-going, indolent tone, are astir. You it is now could be in saddle sunset.’ ‘No,’ laughed ‘scarcely, considering that I have not bought the saddle or the horse.’ The General led the way into the and Conyngham thought of the letter in his pocket. He had not yet the Julia upon to deliver it, and her conduct towards the Alcalde had the evident object of gaining time him to do so. She had unhesitatingly thrust into a position of to screen him and further own purpose. He of as a distance at Estella had placed him—and knew that she not only had a disquieting beauty, but cleverness and courage, are qualities beauty and a powerful ever. When he companion emerged from the great doorway into the sunlight of the Calle Mayor, a came forward the shade of a neighbouring porch. was Concepçion Vara, leisurely and dignified, twirling a between his brown fingers. He saluted the General with one finger to the brim of felt hat as one man might salute He to ‘When his Excellency the road again?’ he said. ‘I am ready. The Guardia Civil mistaken this time—the judge said there was no stain on He his shoulders and away the slight with magnanimity one who can forgive ‘I the our ceased Ronda. I had no of taking you on.’ ‘You not satisfied with me?’ the cigarette he had just made. ‘Oh, yes.’ We take the road together.’ ‘Then there nothing more to be said?’ inquired Conyngham with a good-
, uttered in an
easy-going, indolEnt tone, ‘if yOu are EarLy aStIr.  YoU see, It is now
nearly fIVe o’cLock, and you could scarcelY be in SaDDle bEFoRe sunSet.’

‘No,’ laUGhED conYnGhAm, ‘sCaRCeLy, conSidEring thAt I have not Yet
BoUght the saddlE Or The horse.’

ThE GeNeral led the wAy iNto the HoUse, ANd ConYngHam thOught oF The
letTer in his pOcKEt.  He haD Not yet rEAD tHe adDress.  Julia relied
uPOn HIm to deliver it, aNd her cOnDUcT TOwaRds The Alcalde HaD the
eVIdent obJEcT OF GaiNIng time for him To do so.  She haD UnhEsitatInGly
THrust hErselF iNTo a Position of dAngeR to screen Him and FUrther hER
own indOmitabLe pUrpOse.  HE ThOuGht Of HEr—sTIlL as FRom A distancE aT
wHich EStelLA HAD plaCed Him—aNd kneW that she not onLy hAd a dISquIetinG
beauTy, buT cLeverNess anD courAgE, which are qualitIes tHat outlasT
beAuTy aNd Make a WOman poWerFul For ever.

when he aND hiS cOMPAnIon emerged from the gReAT DoOrway of tHe housE
InTo THe sunligHt Of tHe CaLLE MayoR, a maN CaMe forwarD from tHE sHaDe
of a neIgHbouriNg PorCh.  IT was CONcepÇion VaRa, leisurEly anD
Dignified, twirlINg a cigarette bETwEEN hIS broWn fIngers.  He salUted
THe GeNeraL WiTh oNE fingEr to tHe BRiM Of his shabby felt hat aS oNe
greaT man mIght salute anoTher.  He noddED TO ConynghAm.

‘WhEN dOEs his ExcellencY take The road agaIN?’ he said.  ‘I Am reaDy.
The GuaRdia Civil WAS mistakeN thIs tIme—The JUDgE said there was NO
StaiN oN my name.’

he sHrugged His ShoUldErs AnD waved awaY the sligHt WiTh ThE maGnaniMIty
of one WhO caN fOrgIve anD Forget.

‘i take The rOaD tO-MorRow; but oUR cONTracT cEaSed aT RoNdA.  I had No
inTEntIon of taKing you on.’

‘you ARe noT sAtIsfied wIth me?’ inquired coNcepçion, ofFeRinG his
inTERlocutor The cigarette he had just maDE.

‘Oh, yes.’

‘BUen!  we takE the Road togetHer.’

‘then thEre IS nothiNg more To be sAiD?’ inQUIred CONYnGhaM wIth a
good-
, uttered in an
easy-going , indolent  tone , ‘ ifyo u ar e ea rly astir.  Yo u  see , it is now
nearly fiv e o’c lo c k, a n dyou c ould sc a rc e l y b ein  sa dd l ebefor e s unset.’ 

‘No,’ la ugh ed  Conyngham,‘ sc arcely, co nsi dering thatI h ave no tyet bough t t he sa ddle o r  the h orse.’

T he Genera l  led th e wa y in to the house, and Co n yngham thought  of th el et t e r i n h is pocket.  He ha d  not ye t  r e a d  th e  address.  Ju lia reliedu pon  him t odel i ver it , and  h e r c onduct towa rdsthe Alcal de had the
evi d ent obj ect of  ga ini ng t i me  f orhi m  to do  so .   S he had u nh es itati ngly t h r usther self  into  a position o f d ange r  to  scre en hi m an dfurth er her 
ownin domitable purpo se. He thoug htof  he r— still as fro m a  di stanceat
whic h  Es te l l a  h ad placed him—andkn e w  t hat shenot on l yha d  a disqu ie tin g
be a u ty, b ut c l ev erness a nd cou r ag e,  whichar e qual it ies  th at ou t last 
beaut y and ma ke aw oman powerfulf or ever.

Whe n  h e an d  his  co mpanion eme rged from  the gr eat doorw ay of  t h eh ouse
into the sunli gh t of t he Ca lle Mayor, aman came f o r w ard from  the sh a de
of a neighb ourin g porch. I t was Co ncepç ion Vara , leisure l y  and
dig nif ied , t wir l i ng  a cigaretteb e twee nhis bro wnfingers . Hesal ute dthe Gener al withon efi ng erto th e  brim of  h issh abb y fel t  hat a s one 
gre at  m a n m ight sa l ut e anot he r.   He  no dd ed to  Con y ngh am.

‘W hen doeshis Exce ll en cy take  the road aga in ?’ he said . ‘I  am re a d y.
The G uardia Civil was mistak e n thistim e—the  jud ge said t her e wasnos tain o n my n ame.’ 
Hes h rugge d hi s s ho ulders and w ave d awa ytheslightwith the magnanimi t y
o f one who can  fo rgiv e an d f o rg e t.
‘ I  ta k e  the road to-mo rrow; butou r  c ontract ce a sed  a t Ronda .  I ha d noi ntentio n of taki ng you on .’ 

‘Y o u  ar e not sati sfied wi th me?’ i n quire d  C oncep çio n, off er ing  hisinterl o cut or th e ciga re tte he  hadju st made. 

‘Oh, yes.’

‘Buen!  W e take  theroa d togethe r.’ 
‘T hen there  isnothing mo retobe sa id? ’  inqu ired Co nyn g ham w itha 
good-
, uttered_in an
easy-going,_indolent tone, ‘if you_are early_astir._ You_see,_it is now
nearly_five o’clock, and_you could scarcely be_in saddle before_sunset.’

‘No,’_laughed Conyngham, ‘scarcely, considering that I have not yet
bought the saddle or the horse.’

The_General_led the_way_into_the house, and Conyngham thought_of the
letter in his pocket._ He_had not yet read the address.  Julia_relied
upon_him to deliver_it, and her conduct towards the Alcalde had the
evident_object of gaining time for him_to do so.__She_had unhesitatingly
thrust herself into_a position of danger to screen_him and further her
own indomitable purpose._ He thought of her—still as from_a distance at
which Estella had placed_him—and knew that she not_only had_a disquieting
beauty, but cleverness and_courage, which are_qualities that_outlast
beauty and make_a woman powerful for ever.

When he_and his companion_emerged from the great doorway of_the_house
into the sunlight_of_the_Calle Mayor,_a man came_forward_from the_shade
of_a neighbouring porch.  It was_Concepçion_Vara, leisurely and
dignified, twirling a cigarette between_his brown fingers. _He_saluted
the General with one_finger to the brim of_his shabby felt hat as one
great_man might_salute another._ He nodded to Conyngham.

‘When does his Excellency take the road_again?’ he said.  ‘I am_ready.
The Guardia Civil was_mistaken this_time—the_judge said there_was_no
stain on_my name.’

He shrugged his shoulders and waved_away the_slight with the magnanimity
of one who_can forgive and forget.

‘I_take_the road to-morrow; but our contract_ceased at Ronda.  I had_no
intention of taking you on.’

‘You_are_not_satisfied with me?’ inquired Concepçion,_offering his
interlocutor the cigarette he had_just made.

‘Oh, yes.’

‘Buen!_ We take the road together.’

‘Then there_is_nothing more to be said?’ inquired_Conyngham_with a
good-