"Then I will be your Providence. How many do you want?"
"A large quantity, at least ten thousand pounds."
"Oh I cannot do that, but I can send you eight thousand this evening."
Urreta's face beamed with a grateful smile.
"My dear fellow, I cannot allow it. You want them yourself."
"Not so much as you do, and even if I did, you know my regard for you. You are the only Guipuzcoan of brains I ever met with," and as he spoke he patted him affectionately on the shoulder. They shook hands once more, Urreta pouring out a flood of grateful speeches, to which Salabert replied with the rough frankness which so greatly enhanced the merits of any service he might render; then they parted.
The Duke instantly got into a coach from the stand. "Go to Calle de San Felipe Neri, No.——."
"Yes, Señor Duque."
The Duke raised his head to look at the man.
"So you know me?" and without waiting for a reply, he jumped in and shut the door.