“I see that you are enraged,” said Don Gil with a smile. “Does the story interest you?”
“Very much.”
“Shall I proceed?”
“Please do.”
“Then kindly call Señora Patrocinio and ask her to bring more bottles of wine, for my throat is very dry.”
“But you are a regular cask, my dear Don Gil.”
“Yes I’m the Cask of the Danaides. Call her, please.”
“Señora Patrocinio! Señora Patrocinio!” called Quentin.
“Isn’t she coming?”
“No. She is probably busy with her witchcraft. Perhaps this very minute she is burning in her magic fire the sycamore torn from the sepulchre.”