Lloseta laughed, and the young man began to think that he had said something rude.
“She did not know what a nice place it is,” he added, with a transparency which did no harm. “Yes, you’re right. The devil had something to do with my coming here. Match-making old women are the devil.”
He paused and attended to his cigar. The steamer passed within a hundred yards of them.
The Englishman nodded towards it.
“Steamer’s going to Majorca,” he said.
Lloseta nodded his head.
“Yes,” he answered gravely, “I know.”
“I came down to see it off!”
The Spaniard looked at him sharply.
“Why?” he asked.