"Ah! You come here to eat?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I come for the same reason," murmured Roberto, laughing.
"You?"
"Yes. I have been cheated out of my rightful fortune."
"And what are you doing now?"
"I'm working on a newspaper, waiting until there's a vacancy. At the barracks I made friends with a sculptor who comes here for his meals, too, and we both live in a garret. I laugh at such things, for I am convinced that some day I'm going to be wealthy, and when I am, I'll recall these hard times with pleasure."
"He's beginning to rave already," thought Manuel.
"Then you don't believe that I'm going to be a rich man some day?"
"Certainly. Of course I do!"