Narvaez chuckled. "Yes! You will see that splendid body walking about filled with strenuous life some day soon."
"The body walking about." Enistor stared keenly at the mocking, cruel face. "I must say you speak very strangely."
"I speak as I speak, and what I mean to say I say," rejoined Don Pablo enigmatically. "Let us change the subject, as I am busy. Your errand?"
"I only came to get the taste of that young prig out of my mouth!"
"And waste my time. Why can't you rely on your own strength? I am not going to have you here draining mine, particularly when this body I have at present is so frail. Act the courteous host and give the young fool as much of your daughter's company as he desires. The rest can be left to me."
"But when are you going to move in the matter?"
"When the time is ripe and when I choose. How often am I to tell you that it is impossible to hurry things? Corn takes time to grow: a rose takes time to unfold, and everything in the visible and invisible world progresses inch by inch, step by step. Nature, as you should know by this time, is a tortoise and not a kangaroo."
"There is another reason why I came," said Enistor, accepting the rebuke with a meekness foreign to his nature; "that fisherman—Trevel!"
"Well? He is annoyed because I give the girl jewels, and waken her ambition to be something better than a domestic drudge."