Whilethisdialoguewasbeingrapidlycarriedon，PepeReysaw，infrontoftheterraceandverynearhim，awindowbelongingtothebombardedhouseopen；hesawasmilingfaceappearatit——afamiliarface——afacethesightofwhichstunnedhim，terrifiedhim，madehimturnpaleandtremble。ItwasthatofJacinto，who，interruptedinhisgravestudies，appearedatitwithhispenbehindhisear。Hismodest，fresh，andsmilingcountenance，appearinginthisway，hadanauroralaspect。
“Good-afternoon，SenorDonJose，“hesaidgayly。
“Jacinto，Jacinto，Isay！“
“Iamcoming。Iwassalutingafriend。”
“Comeaway，comeaway！“criedFlorentina，inalarm。“ThePenitentiaryisgoinguptoDonNominative\'sroomandhewillgiveusablessing。”