“We haven’t been to any churches yet, doctor,” said Sheridan.
“There are many churches in Madrid, but none of any great interest. The city has no cathedral.”
“I am thankful for that!” exclaimed Murray. “I have seen churches enough, though of course I shall go to the great cathedrals when we come to them.”
“You will be spared in Madrid. Philip II. was asked to erect one; but he would appropriate only a small sum for the purpose, because he did not wish any church to rival that of the Escurial.”
“I am grateful to him,” added Murray.
“The Atocha church contains an image which is among the most venerated in Spain. It works miracles, and was carved by St. Luke.”
“Another job by St. Luke!” exclaimed Murray.
“That is hardly respectful to an image whose magnificent dress and rich jewels would build half a score of cheap churches.”
“Are there any theatres in Madrid, doctor?” asked Murray.
“Of course there are; half a dozen of them. The principal is the Royal Theatre, near the palace, where the performance is Italian opera. It is large enough to hold two thousand; but there is nothing Spanish about it. If you want to see the Spanish theatre you must go to some of the smaller ones. As you don’t understand Spanish, I think you will not enjoy it.”