“No.”
“Very well, Señorito, pardon me if I have molested you.”
“Not at all.”
When Quentin left the Patio de los Naranjos, he met the French couple of the train near the Triunfo column. M. Matignon hastened to greet him.
“Oh, what a town! What a town!” he cried. “Oh, my friend, what an extraordinary affair!”
“Why, what has happened to you?”
“A thousand things.”
“Good or bad?”
“Both. Just fancy: last night as I was coming out of a house, and was about to enter my hotel, a man with a lantern in his hand, and a short pike, commenced to pursue me. I went into the hotel and locked myself in my room; but the man came into the hotel; I’m sure of it, I’m sure of it.”
Quentin laughed, realizing that the man with the lantern and the short pike was a night watchman.