"No, it is not an attack," I said, lifting my hand in sign of peace; "I wish to speak with you."
"Send me your seconds and I will speak with them," he said haughtily.
"Before doing that, it is necessary to speak with you a moment," I replied.
He stared at me a little while as if trying to discern my intentions. Convinced, doubtless, that they were not bellicose, he opened the cab door and said coolly:
"Get in!"
I sat down facing him. The carriage went onward.
"I desire to know," I said, at the end of a moment, "if it was you who let Martí know that he would find Cristina and me alone in the pavilion?"
He opened his eyes wide in no feigned surprise, and answered in an ungracious manner:
"I don't understand what you are saying to me."
I perceived that this was true, and I went on, modifying my tone.