together-that is, the uncle and nephew-the most casual observer
would have noticed that the business they were engaged in but illy
suited them. They were by no means so heartless or mercenary as not
to feel strong compunctions.

"Petro," said the uncle, "if you marry Florinda, remember you must
respect and cherish her afterwards."

"Of course, I shall. You need not lay any injunctions upon that
score, my good uncle."

"Ay, 'twill be poor enough reparation for the loss of her freedom,"
mused the uncle.

"Don't moralize," said Petro. "We are in for the game, and must play
it out, come what may."

"That is true."

Saying which, the two silently saluted each other, and then
separated.






CHAPTER XIII.

THE ROADSIDE INN.