"
"Not at heart, sister," said the boy, quickly; "not always in your
sleep, since you will sometimes talk in your day dreams!"
"Ah, Ruez, you turned traitor, and betray me? well, there can be
little harm, perhaps, to have all known now."
"Now?" repeated Ruez. "Why do you use that word so decidedly?"
"Why, you must know, my dear Ruez," said the general, "that a treaty
has been partially agreed upon between us, which will necessarily
put all hostilities at an end; and, therefore, any secret
information can be of no possible use whatever."
"Is it so, Isabella?" asked Ruez, inquiringly, of his sister.
"Yes, brother, we are to 'bury the hatchet,' as the American orators
say."
"Are you in earnest? but no matter; I am going-let me see, where was
I going?"
"You came into the room as though you had been shot out of one of
the port-holes of Moro Castle," said the general, playfully. "No
wonder you forget!"
The boy looked too full for utterance. He shook the general's hand,
heartily kissed Isabella, and telling them he believed they had
turned conspirators, and were about to perpetrate some fearful
business against the government, and sagely hinting that unless he
was also made a confidant of, he should forthwith denounce them to
Tacon, he shook his hand with a most serious mock air and departed.
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