e slightest slip is dearly
paid for. I see nothing particular in your having gone to the Troyas'
house. I fancy that Don Inocencio, under his cloak of piety, is
something of a mischief-maker. What has he to do with the matter?"

"We have reached a point, Senor Don Cayetano, in which it is necessary
to take a decisive resolution. I must see Rosario and speak with her."

"See her, then!"

"But they will not let me," answered the engineer, striking the table
with his clenched hand. "Rosario is kept a prisoner."

"A prisoner!" repeated the savant incredulously. "The truth is that I do
not like her looks or her hair, and still less the vacant expression
in her beautiful eyes. She is melancholy, she talks little, she
weeps--friend Don Jose, I greatly fear that the girl may be attacked by
the terrible malady to which so many of the members of my family have
fallen victims."

"A terrible malady! What is it?"

"Madness--or rather mania. Not a single member of my family has been
free from it. I alone have escaped it."

"You! But leaving aside the question of madness," said Rey, with
impatience, "I wish to see Rosario."

"Nothing more natural. But the isolation in which her mother keeps
her is a hygienic measure, dear Pepe, and the only one that has been
successfully employed with the various members of my family. Consider
that the person whose presence and voice would make the strongest
impression on Rosarillo's delicate nervous system is the chosen of her
heart."

"In spite of all that," insisted Pepe, "I wish to see her."

"Perhaps Perfecta will not oppose your doing so," said the savant,
giving his attention to his notes and papers. "I don't want to take any
responsibility in the matter."

The engineer, seeing that he could obtain nothing from the good
Polentinos, rose to retire.

"You are going to work," he said, "and I will not trouble you any
longer."

"No, there is time enough. See the amount of precious information that
I collected to-day. Listen: 'In 1537 a native of Orbajosa, called
Bartolome del Hoyo, went to Civita-Vecchia in one of the galleys of
the Marquis of Castel Rodrigo.' Another: 'In the same year two brothers
named Juan and Rodrigo Gonzalez del Arco embarked in one of the six
ships which sailed from Maestricht on the 20th of February, and which
encountered in the latitude of Calais an English vessel and the Flemish
fleet commanded by Van Owen.' That was truly an important exploit of
our navy