“I went to see Paulos.”
“You went to Paulos! You never told me that you were going! Harilek, you’re getting very secretive. If you had told me, I should have ridden with you, for I have not seen him for many days.”
“Well, how was I to know that you wanted to go? I thought you were riding—as usual—with Ziné and the others.”
“Yes, but I’d have changed that to go and see Paulos. Besides, I promised to show you some of the nice bits in his woods, you remember.”
“Yes, I remember that, all right. I have a fairly good memory, though perhaps not as good as yours.”
“Why mine? What do you know about my memory?”
“Nothing very much, only Paulos was talking of it this afternoon. He said you never forgot anything.”
“Oh, you were talking about me, were you? I wonder my ears didn’t burn. But I thought men always talked about things and not about people. I hope Paulos was giving me a good character; was he?”
“Fair to middling. He was thought-reading most of the time, though.”
“Whose thoughts? This is getting exciting.”