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CHAPTER XLII 200<br />
"What! How's that? His Excellency here! In your house? No!"<br />
"I tell you that he sat right there. If you had only come two days ago--"<br />
"Ah, what a pity that Clarita did not get sick sooner!" she exclaimed with real feeling. <strong>The</strong>n turning to<br />
Linares, "Do you hear, cousin? His Excellency was here! Don't you see now that De Espadaña was right when<br />
he told you that you weren't going to the house of a miserable Indian? Because, you know, Don Santiago, in<br />
Madrid our cousin was the friend of ministers and dukes and dined in the house of Count El Campanario."<br />
"<strong>The</strong> Duke of La Torte, Victorina," corrected her husband. [121]<br />
"It's the same thing. If you will tell me--"<br />
"Shall I find Padre Damaso in his town?" interrupted Linares, addressing Padre Salvi. "I've been told that it's<br />
near here."<br />
"He's right here and will be over in a little while," replied the curate.<br />
"How glad I am of that! I have a letter to him," exclaimed the youth, "and if it were not for the happy chance<br />
that brings me here, I would have come expressly to visit him."<br />
In the meantime the happy chance had awakened.<br />
"De Espadaña," said Doña Victorina, when the meal was over, "shall we go in to see Clarita?" <strong>The</strong>n to<br />
Capitan Tiago, "Only for you, Don Santiago, only for you! My husband only attends persons of quality, and<br />
yet, and yet--! He's not like those here. In Madrid he only visited persons of quality."<br />
<strong>The</strong>y adjourned to the sick girl's chamber. <strong>The</strong> windows were closed from fear of a draught, so the room was<br />
almost dark, being only dimly illuminated <strong>by</strong> two tapers which burned before an image of the Virgin of<br />
Antipolo. Her head covered with a handkerchief saturated in cologne, her body wrapped carefully in white<br />
sheets which swathed her youthful form with many folds, under curtains of jusi and piña, the girl lay on her<br />
kamagon bed. Her hair formed a frame around her oval countenance and accentuated her transparent paleness,<br />
which was enlivened only <strong>by</strong> her large, sad eyes. At her side were her two friends and Andeng with a bouquet<br />
of tuberoses.<br />
De Espadaña felt her pulse, examined her tongue, asked a few questions, and said, as he wagged his head<br />
from side to side, "S-she's s-sick, but s-she c-can be c-cured." Doña Victorina looked proudly at the<br />
<strong>by</strong>standers.<br />
"Lichen with milk in the morning, syrup of marshmallow, two cynoglossum pills!" ordered De Espadaña.<br />
"Cheer up, Clarita!" said Doña Victorina, going up to her. "We've come to cure you. I want to introduce our<br />
cousin."<br />
Linares was so absorbed in the contemplation of those eloquent eyes, which seemed to be searching for some<br />
one, that he did not hear Doña Victorina name him.<br />
"Señor Linares," said the curate, calling him out of his abstraction, "here comes Padre Damaso."<br />
It was indeed Padre Damaso, but pale and rather sad. On leaving his bed his first visit was for Maria Clara.<br />
Nor was it the Padre Damaso of former times, hearty and self-confident; now he moved silently and with<br />
some hesitation.