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"Afterwards?" he asked. "Afterwards, if none of the Filipinos dare to accept the challenge, then I, Sandoval, in the name of Spain, will take up the gauntlet, because such a policy would give the lie to the good intentions that she has always cherished toward her provinces, and because he who is thus faithless to the trust reposed in him and abuses his unlimited authority deserves neither the protection of the fatherland nor the support of any Spanish citizen!"
The enthusiasm of his hearers broke all bounds. Isagani embraced him, the others following his example. They talked of the fatherland, of union, of fraternity, of fidelity. The Filipinos declared that if there were only Sandovals in Spain all would be Sandovals in the Philippines. His eyes glistened, and it might well be believed that if at that moment any kind of gauntlet had been flung at him he would have leaped upon any kind of horse to ride to death for the Philippines.
The "cold water" alone replied: "Good, that's very good, Sandoval. I could also say the same if I were a Peninsular, but not being one, if I should say one half of what you have, you yourself would take me for a filibuster."
Sandoval began a speech in protest, but was interrupted.
"Rejoice, friends, rejoice! Victory!" cried a youth who entered at that moment and began to embrace everybody.
"Rejoice, friends! Long live the Castilian tongue!"
An outburst of applause greeted this announcement. They fell to embracing one another and their eyes filled with tears. Pecson alone preserved his skeptical smile.
The bearer of such good news was Makaraig, the young man at the head of the movement. This student occupied in that house, by himself, two rooms, luxuriously furnished, and had his servant and a cochero to look after his carriage and horses. He was of robust carriage, of refined manners, fastidiously dressed, and very rich. Although studying law only that he might have an academic degree, he enjoyed a reputation for diligence, and as a logician in the scholastic way had no cause to envy the most frenzied quibblers of the University faculty. Nevertheless he was not very far behind in regard to modern ideas and progress, for his fortune enabled him to have all the books and magazines that a watchful censor was unable to keep out. With these qualifications and his reputation for courage, his fortunate a.s.sociations in his earlier years, and his refined and delicate courtesy, it was not strange that he should exercise such great influence over his a.s.sociates and that he should have been chosen to carry out such a difficult undertaking as that of the instruction in Castilian.
After the first outburst of enthusiasm, which in youth always takes hold in such exaggerated forms, since youth finds everything beautiful, they wanted to be informed how the affair had been managed.
"I saw Padre Irene this morning," said Makaraig with a certain air of mystery.
"Hurrah for Padre Irene!" cried an enthusiastic student.
"Padre Irene," continued Makaraig, "has told me about everything that took place at Los Banos. It seems that they disputed for at least a week, he supporting and defending our case against all of them, against Padre Sibyla, Padre Fernandez, Padre Salvi, the General, the jeweler Simoun--"
"The jeweler Simoun!" interrupted one of his listeners. "What has that Jew to do with the affairs of our country? We enrich him by buying--"
"Keep quiet!" admonished another impatiently, anxious to learn how Padre Irene had been able to overcome such formidable opponents.
"There were even high officials who were opposed to our project, the Head Secretary, the Civil Governor, Quiroga the Chinaman--"
"Quiroga the Chinaman! The pimp of the--"
"Shut up!"
"At last," resumed Makaraig, "they were going to pigeonhole the pet.i.tion and let it sleep for months and months, when Padre Irene remembered the Superior Commission of Primary Instruction and proposed, since the matter concerned the teaching of the Castilian tongue, that the pet.i.tion be referred to that body for a report upon it."
"But that Commission hasn't been in operation for a long time,"
observed Pecson.
"That's exactly what they replied to Padre Irene, and he answered that this was a good opportunity to revive it, and availing himself of the presence of Don Custodio, one of its members, he proposed on the spot that a committee should be appointed. Don Custodio's activity being known and recognized, he was named as arbiter and the pet.i.tion is now in his hands. He promised that he would settle it this month."
"Hurrah for Don Custodio!"
"But suppose Don Custodio should report unfavorably upon it?" inquired the pessimist Pecson.
Upon this they had not reckoned, being intoxicated with the thought that the matter would not be pigeonholed, so they all turned to Makaraig to learn how it could be arranged.
"The same objection I presented to Padre Irene, but with his sly smile he said to me: 'We've won a great deal, we have succeeded in getting the matter on the road to a decision, the opposition sees itself forced to join battle.' If we can bring some influence to bear upon Don Custodio so that he, in accordance with his liberal tendencies, may report favorably, all is won, for the General showed himself to be absolutely neutral."
Makaraig paused, and an impatient listener asked, "How can we influence him?"
"Padre Irene pointed out to me two ways--"
"Quiroga," some one suggested.
"Pshaw, great use Quiroga--"
"A fine present."
"No, that won't do, for he prides himself upon being incorruptible."
"Ah, yes, I know!" exclaimed Pecson with a laugh. "Pepay the dancing girl."
"Ah, yes, Pepay the dancing girl," echoed several.
This Pepay was a showy girl, supposed to be a great friend of Don Custodio. To her resorted the contractors, the employees, the intriguers, when they wanted to get something from the celebrated councilor. Juanito Pelaez, who was also a great friend of the dancing girl, offered to look after the matter, but Isagani shook his head, saying that it was sufficient that they had made use of Padre Irene and that it would be going too far to avail themselves of Pepay in such an affair.
"Show us the other way."
"The other way is to apply to his attorney and adviser, Senor Pasta, the oracle before whom Don Custodio bows."
"I prefer that," said Isagani. "Senor Pasta is a Filipino, and was a schoolmate of my uncle's. But how can we interest him?"
"There's the _quid_," replied Makaraig, looking earnestly at Isagani. "Senor Pasta has a dancing girl--I mean, a seamstress."
Isagani again shook his head.
"Don't be such a puritan," Juanito Pelaez said to him. "The end justifies the means! I know the seamstress, Matea, for she has a shop where a lot of girls work."
"No, gentlemen," declared Isagani, "let's first employ decent methods. I'll go to Senor Pasta and, if I don't accomplish anything, then you can do what you wish with the dancing girls and seamstresses."
They had to accept this proposition, agreeing that Isagani should talk to Senor Pasta that very day, and in the afternoon report to his a.s.sociates at the University the result of the interview.
CHAPTER XV
SEnOR PASTA
Isagani presented himself in the house of the lawyer, one of the most talented minds in Manila, whom the friars consulted in their great difficulties. The youth had to wait some time on account of the numerous clients, but at last his turn came and he entered the office, or _bufete_, as it is generally called in the Philippines. The lawyer received him with a slight cough, looking down furtively at his feet, but he did not rise or offer a seat, as he went on writing. This gave Isagani an opportunity for observation and careful study of the lawyer, who had aged greatly. His hair was gray and his baldness extended over nearly the whole crown of his head. His countenance was sour and austere.
There was complete silence in the study, except for the whispers of the clerks and understudies who were at work in an adjoining room. Their pens scratched as though quarreling with the paper.
At length the lawyer finished what he was writing, laid down his pen, raised his head, and, recognizing the youth, let his face light up with a smile as he extended his hand affectionately.
"Welcome, young man! But sit down, and excuse me, for I didn't know that it was you. How is your uncle?"