.

"Pray," said the founder of the society, "as if everything depended on
prayer, and act as if everything depended on action."

"Of what are you thinking?" Sarrion asked suddenly, when they had ridden
almost to the city gates in silence.

"I was wondering what Juanita will say, some day, when she knows and
understands everything."

"I was not wondering what Juanita will say," confessed Sarrion with a
laugh, "but what Evasio Mon will do."

For Sarrion persisted in taking an optimistic view of Juanita and that
which must supervene when she had grown into understanding and knowledge.

Marcos went back to the hotel. He had many arrangements to make. Sarrion
rode to the large house in the Calle de la Dormitaleria where the school
of the Sisters of the True Faith is located to this day. In an hour he
joined Marcos in the little sitting-room looking on to the Plaza de la
Constitucion.

"All is going well," he said, "I have seen Dolores. They go across to the
Cathedral for vespers at five o'clock. It will be almost dark. You have
only to wait in the inner patio, adjoining the cloisters. They pass
through that way. Juanita will be sent back for something that is
forgotten. And then is your time. You can have ten minutes. It is not
long."

"It will do," said Marcos rather gloomily. He was not afraid of the whole
Society of Jesuits, of the king, nor yet of Don Carlos. But he feared
Juanita.

"We need not inquire who will send her back. But she will come. She will
not expect to see you. Remember that and do not frighten her."

So Marcos set out at dusk to await Juanita. The entrance to the two
patios that give entrance to the Cathedral cloister is immediately
opposite to the door of the school of the Sisters of the True Faith. A
lamp swings over the doorway in the Calle de la Dormitaleria. There is no
lamp in the first patio but another hangs in the vaulted arch leading
from one patio to the other. In the cloister itself, which is the most
beautiful in Spain, there are two dim lamps.

Marcos sat down on the wooden bench which runs right round the quadrangle
of the inner patio. He had not long to wait. The girls passed through
whispering and laughing among themselves. Two nuns led the way. Sor
Teresa followed the last two girls, looking straight in front of her
between the wings of her great cap. One of the last pair was Juanita. She
walked listlessly, Marcos thought. He rose and went towards the archway
leading from