“Oh, yes,” replied Cuchillo, with a certain air of foppishness, “I treat myself well. It makes me happy to know that the dish is to your liking; I beg to assure you, it is quite at your service.”
“You are very good, and I accept your offer without ceremony. The morning air has sharpened my appetite.”
And saying this, Baraja proceeded to the mastication of the tassajo and tortillas. After being thus engaged for some time, he once more addressed himself to his host.
“Dare I tell you, Señor Cuchillo, the favourable impression I had of you at first sight?”
“Oh! you shock my modesty, señor. I would rather state the good opinion your first appearance gave me of you!”
The two new friends here exchanged a salute, full of affability, and then continued to eat, Baraja harpooning upon the point of his long knife another piece of meat out of the ashes.
“If it please you, Señor Baraja,” said Cuchillo, “we may talk over our business while we are eating. You will find me a host sans cérémonie.”
“Just what pleases me.”
“Don Estevan, then, has received the message which I sent him?”
“He has, but what that message was is only known to you and him.”