"Yes, they never refuse a draught of mezcal to an honest man in that house."
"Nonsense, a draught! You are jesting, comrade; whole bottles would be nearer the truth. Besides, do you fancy the Marquis will look into matters so closely at his daughter's marriage."
"What?"
"Where on earth do you come from, that you are ignorant of that? Nothing else is spoken of in the country."
"It is the first I have heard of it."
"Well, all the better; I will tell you. Doña Marianna, a pretty girl, caray, is going to marry a senator, no one less."
The adventurer suddenly pricked up his ears.
"A senator?" he repeated.
"This seems to surprise you. Why should not a pretty girl marry a senator? I consider you a curious comrade to doubt my word."
"I do not doubt it."