“What do you here, in the house of death, Mio Padre?”

“Inez, my queen of beauty, I have come to take the prize for which I toiled.  There are none now between us, no, not one.  You need not draw back so proudly.”

A bitter, contemptuous laugh rung out on the night air, and Inez folded her arms upon her bosom.

“Truly, Padre, we are well mated!  You have opposed me, and I thwarted you!  I am your equal:  think you to intimidate me with threats?  You should know better!”

“Inez, listen!  I leave this place before many days.  My work is finished here; there are none to oppose, and I go elsewhere.  To Mexico first, and then to Italy.  You must go with me, my proud beauty!  I cannot leave you here!”

Again Inez laughed her mocking laugh.  “Go with you, Mio Padre!  No, no; I must decline the honor.  The hour of settlement has come!  Alphonso Mazzolin, for long you have plotted my destruction; and one by one removed every obstacle in your way, and smoothed my path to ruin!  I have known this—­silently I have watched you maneuver.  You counseled Manuel; you flattered him, encouraged his hasty course and overbearing manner, and caused the rupture between us.  You knew my nature, and foresaw the result.  You thought to secure me within the walls of yonder gloomy convent, and hoped that in time my broad lands would bless and enrich your holy church!  But, Padre, I did not fancy the home prepared for me in San Jose.  I promised to comply with my father’s wish, and fulfil the engagement, much to your surprise and chagrin.  Padre, I would have married Manuel, sooner than second your plans.  I, too, foresaw the tempest that even now howls over us.  It was my only hope, and I said, who may predict the chances of war?  The Americans may yet number the most here, and then your power will be at an end.  Seemingly I was passive, but you are thwarted.  We stand face to face, and I scorn you, incarnate devil as you are.  How dared you do as you have done?  Mine eyes are opened—­you can no longer deceive me with your lying legends and the marvelous traditions of your country.  I tell you, I hate you with an everlasting hate.  You have led me far from God, if there be a God, and may my curse follow you, even to your grave!”

Fiercely the glowing face was bent upon him.  Hate, scorn, bitterness of heart, and utter desolation mingled strangely in the withering glance.  The Padre seized her arm, and hoarsely exclaimed: 

“We know each other now:  no matter, you cannot escape me:  if force be necessary to take you hence, I can command it at any moment.  You know full well my word is law; resist not, nor further rouse me—­there is no help for you save in submission.  I will not leave you.”

“Ere I follow you hence, yonder river shall close over my body.  I tell you now I will not accompany you.”

He stepped to the door and whistled faintly.  The next moment a black-browed soldier stood before them.