"You did not expect me so soon?" Don Torribio said, as he leapt from his horse, and bowed to the master of the house.
"I did not expect you at all; the less so because you spoke only yesterday, if I have a good memory, of a journey."
"That is true," he said with a smile, "but who knows yesterday what will take place tomorrow? Then you, too," Don Torribio continued, as he followed Don Valentine to the drawing room, "did not even dream yesterday of leaving El Carmen."
"Well, as you know, we estancieros are often compelled to go to our estates suddenly, from one moment to another."
"The same thing happens to me. I am, like you, compelled to live as a country gentleman for some time."
"Then you are living at your estancia?"
"Yes, we are neighbours, and you will be condemned to my presence, unless—"
"You will always be welcome."
"You are most polite," said Don Torribio, seating himself in an easy chair.
"I am afraid, though, that I shall not long enjoy the pleasure of being your neighbour."