“We’ll see each other again, won’t we?” said the Swiss.
“Yes.”
“Then, until another day.”
They took leave of each other. Quentin remained in his doorway.
“I’m not going in,” he said to himself. “Am I not a man of action? Well, adelante! Where can I go? I’ll go and see Señora Patrocinio. I’ll take a few turns about here until my head is a little clearer....”
He knocked at the house in Los Tejares, and the door was immediately opened to him.
“Ah! Is it you?” said the old woman, as she lifted the candle to see who it was.
“Yes, it is I.”
“Come in.”
The old woman lit the lamp in the same room on the lower floor that Don Gil Sabadía and Quentin had occupied.