"Hand them over."
"Here they are."
The count took some handfuls of money from an iron box in a corner of the room, and gave them to the lepero.
"There is a pleasure in dealing with you," said Cucharés, as he sent these ounces to join the others with admirable celerity. "Thus you see I was quite right when I told you that I was going to do you a service."
"It is true, and I thank you. Where are Don Martial and the Doña?"
"At the mission of Don Francisco. But now I must ask permission to leave you."
"Not yet."
"Why not?"
"For two reasons; the first, because, in spite of all the confidence I have in you, nothing has yet proved to me that you have told the truth."
"Oh!" said the lepero with a gesture of denial.