No.
Jovita. Juan! (Embracing him.) But how did you get here? This
is madness!
Oakhurst. As you did not come to the mission, I came to the
rancho. I found the gate locked--by the way, is not that a novelty
here?--I climbed the wall. But you, Miss Castro, you are trembling!
Your little hands are cold!
Jovita (glancing around). Nothing, nothing! But you are running a
terrible risk. At any moment we may be discovered.
Oakhurst. I understand you: it would be bad for the discoverer.
Never fear, I will be patient.
Jovita. But I feared that you might meet Concho.
Oakhurst. Concho--Concho--(meditatively). Let me see,--tall,
dark, long in the arm, weighs about one hundred and eighty, and
active.
Jovita. Yes; tell me! You have met him?
Oakhurst. Possibly, possibly. Was he a friend of yours?
Jovita. No!
Oakhurst. That's better. Are his pursuits here sedentary, or
active?
Jovita. He is my father's major-domo.
Oakhurst. I see: a sinecure. (Aside.) Well, if he has to lay up
for a week or two, the rancho won't suffer.
Jovita. Well?
Oakhurst. Well!
Jovita (passionately). There, having scaled the wall, at the risk
of being discovered--this is all you have to say! (Turning away.)
Oakhurst (quietly). Perhaps, Jovita (taking her hand with grave
earnestness), to a clandestine intimacy like ours there is but one
end. It is not merely elopement, not merely marriage, it is
exposure! Sooner or later you and I must face the eyes we now
shun.
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