"Then, you are really going?" Don Pacheco said.
"At once: you know that I put off the journey as long as I could."
"How long do you expect to be absent?"
"Four days, at the most."
"Good: we shall not expect you, then, before."
"Oh, it is very possible I may return sooner."
"Why so?"
"Shall I tell you? Well, I do not feel easy in mind."
"What do you mean?"
"I am anxious, I know not why. Many times I have left you, brother, for longer journeys than this—"