"Whom did you give it to, Iza?"

Iza hesitated, moved her chair close to Antonia, and then hid
her face on her sister's breast.

"But this is serious, darling. Surely you did not give it to
Senor Houston?"

"Could you think I was so silly? When madre was talking to
him last night, and when I was singing my pretty serenade, he
heard nothing at all. He was thinking his own thoughts."

"Not to Senor Houston? Who then? Tell me, Iza."

"To--Don Luis."

"Don Luis! But he is not here. He went to the Colorado."

"How stupid are you, Antonia! In New York they did not teach
you to put this and that together. As soon as I saw Senor
Houston, I said to myself: `Don Luis was going to him; very
likely they have met each other on the road; very likely Don
Luis is back in San Antonio. He would not want to go away
without bidding me good-by,' and, of course, I was right."

"But when did you see him last night? You never left the
room."

So many things are possible. My heart said to me when the
talk was going on, `Don Luis is waiting under the oleanders,'