‘I will go no farther with you,’ said she, putting her hand on the rock. ‘I am afraid of you.’
‘It matters not,’ answered the boy; ‘I can say what I want here.’
‘What is it? Be quick, I must go home.’
‘Oh, you little puss! Oh, you came out full of business! I can tell you, you came for nothing but the chance of hearing what I forgot to tell you yesterday. I must give the message I was commissioned to bear before I can leave.’
‘Who from?’
‘Can you ask? From Martin.’
‘But who is Martin?’
‘Sometimes he is one thing, then another; he is Don Giovanni. Then he is a king. There—he is an actor. Will that content you?’
‘What is his surname?’