can citizen; there is no Yankee custom that can absolve her."
"I think she is innocent of any wrong intention, however bold her deed, if she is guilty of meeting him as you charge, my son. There is no smirch on Helena; she is a good girl, and a rich one. I cannot permit you to think of throwing aside this betrothal on account of a foolish episode such as troubles you so deeply, Roberto. It is our secret. Call it a child's prank and forgive it."
"And this Yankee sailor? Do you expect me to forgive him, as well?"
Don Abrahan sat in meditation a little while, his beard bent upon his breast. When he looked up—presently there was that reflection of inner laughter in his eyes.
"The devil first tempted woman under a tree," he said. "If Adam had killed the devil in Eden, it would have been for the happiness of mankind."
Roberto sprang to his feet, his nostrils twitching, his face white.
"I know where to find him!" he said. "This country could not hide a man four days without a strong friend to cover him. Give me permission to go to San Fernando and demand this Yankee at her door."
"Without absolute knowledge that he is there, it would be an affront that Helena never would forgive," Don Abrahan returned in politic softness.
"Forgive! Helena forgive! I swear to you,
