When don Jaime arrived at about eleven o'clock, his friends were dressed in travelling costume, had put on their spurs, and placed revolvers in their belts, and were now smoking and waiting, with their sabres and guns lying before them on a table.
"Bravo!" he said, "We are off."
"Wherever you like."
"Are we going far?" the duke asked.
"I do not think so, but there may be a fight."
"All the better," they said.
"We have nearly half an hour before us. It is more than sufficient for me to tell you what I intend doing."
"Very good. Go on."
"You are aware that I am very intimate with General Miramón," he continued.
The young men nodded an affirmative.