She met his gaze unflinchingly.  “True, senor; I am no ’bundle of shallow emotions,’ nor have I a lion in me, like Eustaquia.  I am a creature of deliberation, not of impulse:  I love and hate as duty dictates.”

“You are by nature the most impulsive woman I ever saw,” he said, much amused, “and Eustaquia’s lion is a kitten to the one that sleeps in you.  You have cold deliberation enough, but it is manufactured, and the result of pretty hard work at that.  Like all edifices reared without a foundation, it will fall with a crash some day, and the fragments will be of very little use to you.”  And there the conversation ended:  they had reached the plaza, and a babel of voices surrounded them.  Governor Alvarado stood on the upper corridor of his house, throwing handfuls of small gold coins among the people, who were shrieking with delight.  The girl guests mingled with them, seeing that no palm went home empty.  Beside the governor sat Dona Martina, radiant with pride, and behind her stood the nurse, holding the infant on its pillow.

“We had better go to the house as soon as possible,” said Estenega.  “It is nearly time for the bull-bear fight, and we must have good seats.”

They forced their way through the crowd, dismounted at the door, and went up to the corridor.  The Castros and I were already there, with a number of other invited guests.  The women sat in chairs, close to the corridor railing; several rows of men stood behind them.

The plaza was a jagged circle surrounded by dwelling-houses, some one story in height, others with overhanging balconies; from it radiated five streets.  All corridors were crowded with the elegantly-dressed men and women of the aristocracy; large black fans were waving; every eye was flashing expectantly; the people stood on platforms which had been erected in four of the streets.

Amidst the shouts of the spectators, two vaqueros, dressed in black velvet short-clothes, dazzling linen, and stiff black sombreros, tinkling bells attached to their trappings, jingling spurs on their heels, galloped into the plaza, driving a large aggressive bull.  They chased him about in a circle, swinging their reatas, dodging his onslaughts, then rode out, and four others entered, dragging an unwilling bear by a reata tied to each of its legs.  By means of a long chain and much dexterity they fastened the two beasts together, freed the legs of the bear, then retired to the entrance to await events.  But the bull and the bear would not fight.  The latter arose on his haunches and regarded his enemy warily; the bull appeared to disdain the bear as too small game; he but lowered his horns and pawed the ground.  The spectators grew impatient.  The brave caballeros and dainty donas wanted blood.  They tapped their feet and murmured ominously.  As for the populace, it howled for slaughter.  Governor Alvarado made a sign to one of the vaqueros; the man rushed abruptly upon the bull and hit him a sharp blow across the