his mind should take a wider sweep and feed on stronger food.
He had no time to carry out this plan.
When Senior Delmas heard of his son's return to Santa Clara
, he leaped, with all a Mexican
's jealousy of priests, to the conclusion that Alexander
was falling into a Jesuit snare.
Driving to the college, he demanded leave to see his son: rules or no rules, he would see his son; and pushing past the porters, he strode into Alexander
“What are you doing here?”
“Doing here, father?
Reading for the bar.”
“You are a scoundrel, sir!
You are deceiving me; deceiving me, your father!
You are entering into league with scoundrels.
But I understand their game.
You want to be a Jesuit; yes, my son desires to be a Jesuit!
Give me no answer, Sir. I won't believe one word you speak.”
“No, father, no; a hundred times no!”
“Ugh! They have ensnared you, and corrupted you. Nino
They have made you think it good to be a Jesuit.
Look you, boy!
A Jesuit-I would rather see you dead — here at my feet-dead in your shroud-than see you in a Jesuit's frock!”