"Of me?"
"Yes."
Don Martial regarded him with such an air of amazement that the capataz began again laughing heartily. This laughter aroused the young man; made him conjecture there was some mystery in the affair; and that if he continued to look so astonished, he would arouse suspicions in the worthy man, who probably did not know the word of the riddle.
"'Tis true," he said, as if trying to remember something, "I fancy I can call to mind some time back—"
"Then," the capataz interrupted him, "it's all right; besides, I was asked to hand you a letter so soon as I met you."
"A letter from whom?"
"Why, from my mistress, I suppose."
"From Doña Anita?"
"Who else?"
"Give it me quickly," the Tigrero exclaimed in great agitation.