The young hidalgo dropped silently.

This young hidalgo had the hauteur and intense family pride of Santiago without his younger brother's frank intelligence and lingering ingenuousness.

He returned his sword and lifted the young hidalgo and carried him to the door of the house under which they had fought.

The young hidalgo, on receiving the letter (very cautiously delivered), could scarcely believe his bliss, but prepared, as you will guess, to embrace it.

"I cannot see so clearly as before," the young hidalgo murmured.

The single study of the young Hidalgo had been chivalrous romance; and his existence had been one gorgeous day-dream of princesses rescued and infidels subdued.