"Senor," said Dick Duff to a Spanish cazadore who passed, and who seemed, like himself, to be on the look-out for a place of entertainment, "what house is that?"
"You mean the house without windows?"
"Si, senor, and which has only those little holes to admit light through its high walls."
"The Holy Office, senor."
Dick shrugged his shoulders and quickened his pace.
"And is that place opposite the convent so famed for its pretty nuns?"
"Which, senor?"
"The convent of the Bleeding Heart."
"No, senor," said the don, with a dark look; "it is the monastery of the Bloody Nose."
"You seem to be a wag, my friend—well, and what place is that which the staff are just leaving?"