"That is no difficult matter," replied the figure; "the sound of
your voice was enough to tell me that."
"You speak of voices," said I; "suppose the tone of your own voice
were to tell me who you are?"
"That it will not do," replied my companion; "you know nothing
about me - you can know nothing about me."
"Be not sure of that, my friend; I am acquainted with many things
of which you have little idea."
"Por exemplo," said the figure.
"For example," said I; "you speak two languages."
The figure moved on, seemed to consider a moment, and then said
slowly bueno.
"You have two names," I continued; "one for the house and the other
for the street; both are good, but the one by which you are called
at home is the one which you like best."
The man walked on about ten paces, in the same manner as he had
previously done; all of a sudden he turned, and taking the bridle
of the burra gently in his hand, stopped her. I had now a full
view of his face and figure, and those huge features and Herculean
form still occasionally revisit me in my dreams. I see him
standing in the moonshine, staring me in the face with his deep
calm eyes. At last he said:
"Are you then one of us?"
* * * *
It was late at night when we arrived at Talavera.
