But Thurstane was far from guessing that an angel could have such weak impulses; and he no more thought of proposing to her thus abruptly than of ascending off-hand into heaven.
Coronado observed the scene, and guessing how perilous the moment was, pushed forward his uncle to say good-by to Clara.

The old scoundrel kissed her hand; he did not dare to lift his one eye to her face; he kissed her hand and bowed himself out of reach.
"Farewell, Mr.Garcia," called Aunt Maria.

"Poor, excellent old creature! What a pity he can't understand English! I should so like to say something nice to him.

Farewell, Mr.Garcia." Garcia kissed his fat fingers to her, took off his sombrero, waved it, bowed a dozen times, and smiled like a scared devil.

Then, with other good-bys, delivered right and left from everybody to everybody, the train rumbled away.