"What makes you suppose that?" Don Gregorio asked; "have you any proofs?"
"Unfortunately, none."
"And yet you must have some reason?"
"Why, yes, I have one."
"Then tell it me."
"I am afraid it will appear futile to you."
"Well, but tell it me, nevertheless."
"Well, since you insist upon it, I must confess that I feel a secret presentiment."
"Upon what do you ground that supposition? You are too intelligent to jest."
"You only do me justice. I perceived the absence of Don Tadeo. I went back again, in quick time. Don Tadeo, though closely pressed, was fighting vigorously, and I shouted out to him to stand his ground."