Augustias could not but smile at the last proposal of the good captain, and her smile was not mocking, but contented and happy, as if some cherished hope had dawned in her heart, as if it were the first ray of the sun of happiness which was about to rise in her heaven!  But being a woman—­though as brave and free from artifices as few of them—­she yet managed to subdue the signs of joy rising within her.  She acted as if she cherished not the slightest hope, and said with a distant coolness which is usually the special and genuine sign of chaste reserve: 

“You make yourself ridiculous with your peculiar conditions.  You stipulate for the gift of an engagement-ring, for which nobody has yet asked you.”

“I know still another way out—­for a compromise, but that is really the last one.  Do you fully understand, my young lady from Aragon?  It is the last way out, which a man, also from Aragon, begs leave to explain to you.”

She turned her head and looked straight into his eyes, with an expression indescribably earnest, captivating, quiet, and full of expectation.

The captain had never seen her features so beautiful and expressive; at that moment she looked to him like a queen.

“Augustias,” said, or rather stammered, this brave soldier, who had been under fire a hundred times, and who had made such a deep impression on the young girl through his charging under a rain of bullets like a lion, “I have the honor to ask for your hand on one certain, essential, unchangeable condition.  Tomorrow morning—­today—­a soon as the papers are in order—­as quickly as possible.  I can live without you no longer!”

The glances of the young girl became milder, and she rewarded him for his decided heroism with a tender and bewitching smile.

“But I repeat that it is on one condition,” the bold warrior hastened to repeat, feeling that Augustias’s glances made him confused and weak.

“On what condition?” asked the young girl, turning fully round, and now holding him under the witchery of her sparkling black eyes.

“On the condition,” he stammered, “that, in case we have children, we send them to the orphanage.  I mean—­on this point I will never yield.  Well, do you consent?  For heaven’s sake, say yes!”

“Why should I not consent to it, Captain Veneno?” answered Augustias, with a peal of laughter.  “You shall take them there yourself, or, better still, we both of us will take them there.  And we will give them up without kissing them, or anything else!  Don’t you think we shall take them there?”

Thus spoke Augustias, and looked at the captain with exquisite joy in her eyes.  The good captain thought he would die of happiness; a flood of tears burst from his eyes; he folded the blushing girl in his arms, and said: 

“So I am lost?”

“Irretrievably lost, Captain Veneno,” answered Augustias.

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