"
"My professional pride would lead me to do my best," replied the
surgeon, "though neither I nor any other man in the service loves
General Harero any too much."
"I have reasons for my interest that it is not necessary to
explain," said General Bezan, "and shall trust that you will do your
best for him, as you did for me."
"By the way, general, I have been half a mind, more than once, ever
since your return to the island, to tell you of a little affair
concerning your sickness at that time, but I feared you might deem
it in some measure impertinent."
"By no means. Speak truly and openly to me. I owe you too much to
attribute any improper motives to you in any instance. What do you
refer to?"
"Well, general, I suppose on that occasion I discovered a secret
which I have never revealed to any one, and upon which subject my
lips have been ever sealed."
"What was it?"
"Your love for Isabella Gonzales."
"And how, pray, came you to surmise that?" asked Lorenzo Bezan, in
surprise.
"First by your half incoherent talk in moments of delirium, and
afterwards by finding her portrait, painted probably by yourself,
among your effects."
"True. I have it still," said Lorenzo Bezan, musingly.
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