Mole.

We were so intimate now that my point of view before knowing them did seem
particularly comic, and Dick made the most of it.

"Well, think what we have to thank you for!" exclaimed Pilar; "this
delightful trip. If it hadn't been for you, Cristobal would be here
instead of with Angele in Biarritz."

"Come back to common sense," implored the Cherub, "and help me plan for
the Cristobal who is here. If he sits in our box for the processions,
Carmona will see him and say to some officious person, very different from
Rafael Calmenare, 'who is that young man with the O'Donnels?' And the
officious person will answer, 'I never saw him in my life.' 'Ah,' the Duke
will exclaim, 'isn't he Cristobal O'Donnel?' 'Not at all,' will come the
reply; and Carmona will proceed to make trouble."

"For you as well as for me; that's the worst of it," said I.

"We care nothing for that. It's of you we think," said the Cherub. And
because I knew it was true, more than ever it became my duty to think of
him and his.

"Of course I don't want to lose any chance of seeing Monica," I said; "but
on the days of the processions I shall walk about in the crowd and keep
out of Carmona's way."

"As for us," said Pilar, "we'll try for a box near the Duke's--though there
may be nothing left, as the King's to be here and there's sure to be a
crowd. I'll do my best to whisper to Lady Monica, or send her a note, or
speak with my eyes if no more."

"You know how I depend on you," I answered. "She may give you a letter, an
answer to one which I hope she got at Manzanares."

"I'll be ready for the lightest hint," said Pilar. "If she has a note for
you, she'll show it behind her fan. Then I'll motion her to crumple it up
and throw it on the floor as she goes out. If you don't appear in our
society, the Duke will think perhaps that after all he's safe."

"No. We mustn't count on any such thing," broke in her father. "If he
can't get rid of you in one way, he'll try another; and there's an old
saying which is still true: anything can happen in Spain, especially in
the south. Carmona will be watching for you. You must be prepared for
that."

"I shall be," I said.

"We'll all be," Pilar finished. "Oh, there's the old Roman aqueduct! Isn't
it splendid; and strong as if it had been built yesterday instead of in
the days before the Goths. I love Seville--love every brick and stone of
it, from the ruins of the Moorish wall and the Torre del Oro, and