The
officer marched his company to their barracks, and then sought the
silence and quiet of his own room, to think over the events of the
past evening.
His temples burned still with the angry flush that the insult of his
superior officer had produced there, and throwing himself into a
chair, he recalled the whole scene at the theatre, from his
answering Isabella's friendly signal, until the time when General
Harero passed him at the entrance, and for the last time reproved
him.
He weighed the cause of these repeated attacks upon him by his
superior, and could at once divine the cause of them. That was
obvious to his mind at the first glance. He could not but perceive
the strong preference that General Harero evinced for Isabella
Gonzales, nor could he disguise the fact to his own heart that she
cared not a farthing for him. It required but a very simple capacity
to understand this; any party, not interested in the general's
favor, could easily discern it. But the general counted upon his
high rank, and also upon the fact that his family was a good one,
though his purse was not very long.
Lorenzo Bezan remembered not alone the annoyance of that evening. He
had not yet forgotten the insult from the general in the Paseo, and
coupling that with other events, he saw very well that his
commanding officer was decidedly jealous of him.
Pages:
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92