There was a whistle outside. Pedro had drifted into the night. The stars
poured their miracle of beauty into the room as Pancho Lopez flung the door
wide.
"Well, no more of zat!" he said. "I must go--to leave you to live and love!
No, you shall not zank me," as Gilbert started to speak. "Ees I shall zank
you, for 'ere in your quiet 'ome you 'ave give me ze most peaceful day I
'ave spend in years." He smiled his captivating smile, and for the first
time took his sombrero from his head. He made a grand gesture. "Ees 'appy
day for you. Ees 'appy day for 'er. Ees 'appy day for me!"
He made a very low bow. Then he stepped forward and touched Lucia on the
arm, and led her to Gilbert. One hand was on the shoulder of each.
"You will name ze baby for me sometime--Pancho, or per'aps Panchita?" There
was a wistful note in his deep voice, and a look of eagerness in his eyes.
"Not ze first one, per'aps--but mebbe, like you say, by and bye--later?
Eh?"
There was another whistle down the starlit road.
"_Adios_, my frands! And may you always be so 'appy like what I 'ave make
you!"
He was gone. They heard the horses trotting away; and even in that moment
of blinding and almost unendurable happiness, they were conscious of a
tinge of sorrow.
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