"Ah, Mr. Warren, looking for an honest man, like old Socrates?" inquired the Duke of Alva.
"Ah, Mr. Warren, looking for an honest man, like old Socrates?"
"Not in this neck of the woods, your Excellency!" and Jarvis disappeared in the balcony entrance to the old line of bedrooms.
Maria Theresa turned anxiously to her cousin.
"Carlos, what news of my brother? Have you heard anything yet?"
"Not a thing, Maria. I am very sorry."
"And yet I heard you say that you were leaving for Madrid?" she questioned.
"Yes. The message is from his Gracious Majesty the King. You know how important a summons that is."
"But why must you go so soon? Why not wait overnight at Pedro's tavern, here?"