"Yes, yes," said the other, with some remains of rancour, "because you have done me out of ten ounces."
"Do not let us speak anymore of that; the affair has been settled."
"Yes, on my face, by an ugly scratch."
"Do you complain of that? It is so skilfully made, that you look like a guapo (bravo) of Santiago."
"I do not complain of it, but it smarts very much."
"Bah! Tomorrow you will think nothing of it."
"I hope so, indeed. Shall we go? It is already late."
"Nearly half past six; how the time passes in talking!"
"Yes, and in reckoning money," said Mataseis, laughing.
"Well, let us go then; we shall have the advantage of moonlight some part of the way, which will be all the better, as our horses are tired."