"Ah! Captain Bezan," said Don Gonzales, heartily, as he caught the
young officer's eye, "glad to see you once more with epaulets
on-upon my soul I am."
"Thank you, sir," said the soldier, first saluting in due form his
superior, and then bowing low and gracefully to Isabella Gonzales,
who honored him with a gracious smile.
"You are looking comparatively well, captain," said Don Gonzales,
kindly.
"O yes, sir, I am as well as ever, now," replied the officer,
cheerfully.
Ruez Gonzales loved Lorenzo Bezan like a brother; first, because he
had so materially served him at imminent peril of his own life, and
secondly, because he saw in him just such traits of character as
attracted his young heart, and aroused it to a spirit of emulation.
With the privilege of boyhood, therefore, he sprang over the seats,
half upsetting General Harero to get at the young officer's side,
which, having accomplished, he seized his hand familiarly. General
Harero frowned at this familiarity, and his face grew doubly dark
and frowning, as he saw now how closely Isabella was observing the
young officer all the while.
"I trust you find yourself quite recovered, captain, from your
severe illness," said Isabella, reaching by her father, as she
addressed Lorenzo Bezan kindly.
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