"A Franciscan first! Anything before a Jesuit!" He was beside himself.
"Oh, oh!" "Eh, Padre--" A general discussion broke out, regardless of the Captain-General.

All talked at once, they yelled, they misunderstood and contradicted one another.

Ben-Zayb and Padre Camorra shook their fists in each other's faces, one talking of simpletons and the other of ink-slingers, Padre Sibyla kept harping on the _Capitulum_, and Padre Fernandez on the _Summa_ of St.Thomas, until the curate of Los Banos entered to announce that breakfast was served.
His Excellency arose and so ended the discussion.

"Well, gentlemen," he said, "we've worked like niggers and yet we're on a vacation.

Some one has said that grave matters should he considered at dessert.