"Where are you going?" asked Roberto.
"Nowhere in particular."
"Let's take a stroll."
"Come on."
They walked down to Alfonso XII Street and went into the Retiro; when they had gone as far as the end of the carriage drive they sat down on a bench.
"We'll drive along here in a carriage when I become a millionaire," said Roberto.
"You mean you…. As for me…." replied Manuel.
"You, too. Do you imagine that I'm going to let you stand in the barrack's bread line when I have my millions?"
"He's truly a bit off his base," thought Manuel, "but he has a kind heart." Then he added. "Have your affairs been making much progress?"
"No, not much. The question is still pretty well tangled. But it will be straightened out, mark my word."