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The Jaguar looked at her searchingly for a moment.
"I understand," he said at last; "my presence in this hostelry displeases somebody--him, perhaps."
"Why should it displease him? He is not the master, I suppose."
"That is true; then it displeases your father--is that it?"
The maiden gave a nod of assent.
The Jaguar sprung up violently, and walked up and down the room, with his head down, and his arms behind his back; after a few minutes of this behaviour, which Carmela followed with an anxious eye, he stopped suddenly before her, raised his head, and looked at her fixedly.
"And does my presence here, Carmela, displease you also?"
The girl remained silent.
"Reply," he went on.
"I did not say so," she murmured, with hesitation.
"No," he said, with a bitter smile, "but you think so, Carmela, though you have not the courage to confess it to my face."
She drew herself up proudly.
"Ah! You allow it?"
"Why should I not allow it, since it is true? Do you consider me ungrateful, then?"
"No, Carmela, you are only a woman," he replied, bitterly.
"I do not understand your meaning, and do not wish to do so; I alone here defend you, when my father, or Quoniam, or anyone else accuses you. Is it my fault, if, owing to your character, and the mysterious life you lead, you are placed beyond the pale of ordinary existence? Am I responsible for the silence you insist on maintaining on all that concerns you personally? You know my father; you know how kind, frank, and worthy he is; many times he has tried, by circuitous ways, to lead you to an honourable explanation--but you have always repulsed his advances. You must, therefore, only blame yourself for the general isolation in which you are left, and the solitude formed around you; and do not address reproaches to the only person who, up to the present, has dared to support you against all."
"It is true," he answered, bitterly; "I am a madman. I acknowledge my wrongs towards you, Carmela, for you say truly; in all this world, you alone have been constantly kind and compassionate for the reprobate--for the man whom the general hatred pursues."
"Hatred as foolish as it is unjust."
"And which you do not share in--is it not?" he exclaimed, sharply.
"No, I do not share it; still, I suffer from your obstinacy; for, in spite of all that is said of you, I believe you to be honourable."
"Thank you, Carmela; I wish I had it in my power to prove immediately that you are right, and give a denial to those who insult me like cowards behind my back, and tremble when I stand before them. Unfortunately, that is impossible for the present; but the day will come, I hope, when it will be permitted me to make myself known as what I really am, and throw off the mask that stifles me; and then--"
"Then?" she repeated, seeing that he hesitated.
Again he hesitated.
"Then," he said, in a choking voice, "I shall have a question to ask you, and a request to make."
The maiden blushed, but recovered herself directly.
"You will find me ready to answer both," she murmured, in a low and inarticulate voice.
"Do you mean it?" he asked, joyfully.
"I swear it to you."
A flash of happiness lit up the young man's face like a sunbeam.
"My good Carmela," he said, in a deep voice, "when the moment arrives, I shall remind you of your promise."
She bowed her head in dumb assent.
There was a moment of silence. The maiden attended to her household duties with that bird-like lissomness and activity peculiar to women; the Jaguar walked up and down the room with a preoccupied air; after a few moments he went to the door and looked out.
"I must be gone," he said.
She gave him a scrutinizing glance.
"Ah," she said.
"Yes; then be kind enough to order Lanzi to prepare Santiago. Perhaps if I told him so myself he would feel disinclined to do it. I fancy I can see I am no longer in his good graces."
"I will go," she answered him with a smile.
The young man watched her depart with a stifled sigh.
"What is this I feel?" he muttered, as he pressed his hand powerfully against his heart, as if he suddenly felt a sudden pain: "Can it be what people call love? I am mad!" he went on, directly after; "How can I, the Jaguar, love? Can a reprobate be beloved?"
A bitter smile contracted his lips; he frowned and muttered, in a hollow voice--
"Every man has his task in this world, and I shall know how to accomplish mine."
Carmela came in again.
"Santiago will be ready in a moment. Here are your vaquera boots, which Lanzi begged me to give you."
"Thank you," he said.
And he began fastening on his legs those two pieces of stamped leather which in Mexico play the part of gaiters, and serve to protect the rider from the horse.
While the young man fastened on his botas, with one foot on the bench, and his body bent forward, Carmela examined him attentively, with an expression of timid hesitation.
The Jaguar noticed it.
"What do you want?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she said, stammering.
"You are deceiving me, Carmela. Come--time presses--tell me the truth."
"Well," she replied, with a hesitation more and more marked, "I have a prayer to make to you."
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