“You might have thought of that before.”
“Well, I’m not going.”
“Very well; I shall go alone.”
“No, no.... Ah, my God!”
“Are you ill, Don Paco?”
“Yes; I believe I’ve taken cold—” replied the terrible revolutionist in a trembling voice. “Furthermore, I do not see the necessity of visiting Pacheco at this time of night.”
“Then I’ll go if you wish.”
“What’s the use?” added the old man insinuatingly. “Everybody will think that we went to see Pacheco. Neither of us need deny the fact; so why should we go now and expose ourselves to a serious danger? Besides, it’s a cold night, and cold is not healthy.”
“But we have an appointment with Pacheco.”
“What difference does that make?”