“Advance.”
They approached the spot where they had heard the voices; one of the guards, after looking at them closely, said:
“What are you doing here at this time of night?”
“This gentleman,” said Quentin, “has been called to a farmhouse to bleed a sick man.”
“Is he a blood-letter?”
“I’m a doctor,” said Don Paco.
“What are you?”
“I’m his assistant.”
“Why didn’t you answer us immediately?”
“On account of the effect you had on us,” said Quentin slyly.