"You think so, do you?"
"I can think nothing else."
"Well, then, allow me to tell you you are completely mistaken; the poor General is only desirous to be near his companion in arms, that he may have the opportunity of suppressing the proofs of his complicity in the rash enterprise of yesterday; proofs which Don Pancho most likely has about him, and which the other wishes to destroy at all hazards."
"Can that be possible?"
"By Saint Jago, yes! He desires to be constantly with him, that he may not communicate with anyone—why, he would kill him, if necessary."
"Oh! this is infamous!"
"But so it is."
"Bah! it gives me a nausea."
"Well, do not be sick yet."
"Why not?"