"I mean Belhumeur and Black Elk; the former is your steward and the latter your valet. They have made all the arrangements, and you can arrive when you please."
"Today, then."
"I will act as your guide."
"Thank you; what next?"
"Next, my brother Edward has taken, in his own name, at the San Lázaro gate, a small house, where ten horses, belonging to the purest mustang breed, were at once placed in a magnificent corral."
"That concerns Curumilla; he will live in that house with your brother."
"And now one other thing, my friend."
"Speak!"
"You will not be angry with me?"
"With you? nonsense!" said Valentine, holding out his hand.