“It matters a lot. It matters whether you are calm or not in the moment of danger.”
“Calmness is the muse that inspires me. I haven’t it in my thoughts, but in active life you shall see me!”
The two friends stretched themselves out in their first-class compartment, and lay half asleep until dawn, when they got up again.
The train was running rapidly across the flat country; the yellow sunlight shone into the car; through the newly sowed fields rode men on horseback.
“These are not my dominions yet,” said Cæsar.
“We have two more stations till Castro Duro,” responded Alzugaray, consulting the time-table. They took off their caps, put them into the bag, Cæsar put on a fresh collar, and they sat down by the window.
“It is ugly enough, eh?” said Alzugaray.
“Naturally,” replied Cæsar. “What do you want; that there should be some of those green landscapes like in your country, which for my part irritate me?”
THE CLASSIC STAGECOACH
They arrived at Castro Duro. In the station they saw groups of peasants. The travellers with their baggage went out of the station. There were two shabby coaches at the door.