"Very well."
Roberto watched them work for a while, then suddenly jumped up and left.
Manuel could not understand what Roberto wanted, and in the afternoon waited for him with genuine impatience. Roberto carne, and the pair turned out of Aguila Street down toward the Ronda de Segovia.
"Do you know where La Doctrina is?" Roberto asked Manuel.
"What Doctrina?"
"A place where herds of beggars meet every Friday."
"I don't know."
"Do you know where the San Isidro highway is?"
"Yes."
"Good. For that's where we're going. That's where La Doctrina is."