"Vive Dios, Señor. Don Émile," he resumed in a tone of good humour, "you have a short memory."
"How do you know my name?"
"And you know mine, unless you have forgotten it—which would not astonish me after what I see!"
"I am really astonished, Señor; but I cannot the least in the world recall where we have already seen one another."
"Come, since it is absolutely necessary that I tell you my name once more, I will do so. I am Don Lucio Ortega."
"The Spanish captain!" cried he.
"And whom you so dexterously disarmed. The very same, caballero."
"Oh! How could I forget that meeting, which has left me so charming a souvenir?" he said, holding out his hand.
"So this gentleman is a friend of yours?" pursued the count.
"Yes, my dear count; and one of the most intimate."