“In the floor above; but they are very quiet people.”
“I should like to see him.”
“He is gone out and won’t be home till ten.”
At nine o’clock I was told that my supper was ready. I was very hungry, and the neatness with which the table was laid was a pleasant surprise in Spain. I was sorry that I had had no opportunity of expressing my satisfaction to Don Diego, but I sat down to supper. Then indeed I thought the cobbler a hero; the Biscayan maid might have entered into rivalry with the best cook in France. There were five dishes, including my favourite delicacy ‘las criadillas’, and everything was exquisite. My lodging was dear enough, but the cook made the whole arrangement a wonderful bargain.
Towards the end of supper Philippe told me that the landlord had come in, and that with my leave he would wish me a good evening.
“Shew him in by all means.”
I saw Don Diego and his charming daughter enter; he had rented the house on purpose to be my landlord.
CHAPTER VI
My Amours With Donna Ignazia—Return of M. de Mocenino to
Madrid