"Of course I must go," said Raul, after another paper had arrived. "I must get back to Petaca.... We must go. I'll leave you in Colima."
"We've been lucky," she said.
"I think so."
"I'll tell Otello to scrape the rust from the carriage."
"Let's go on horseback," he said.
"No, in the victoria. I have too much luggage. Anyhow, I'm sick of Chico. You should get rid of him. Let him drag along behind us."
"He's a good horse."
"What was he like as a colt?"
"No better."
"I thought so."