"Have a cigar, Señor Capitano," he remarked to the chief, "while your man collects the cash. I've paid already."
He handed the man the box of cigars in which the packet was hidden. I thought it an act of madness.
"Thank you, Señor," replied the man, taking two; "a fine brand of cigars."
"Yes," replied my cousin, "they are very decent."
The Capitano took the box in his hands and smelt them.
"Yes, very nice," he remarked. "As good as anything you will get in
Aquazilia."
Then St. Nivel did something which appeared to me to be an additional sign that he had taken leave of his senses.
"Won't you take the box, Capitano?" he asked.
The man smiled and shook his great head.
"Thank you," he said, "they are too mild for me."