"Are you blind?" asked the stranger, anxiously.
"Yes, sir."
"Since when?"
"I was born blind."
Juan felt his companion's arm tremble in his, and they walked along in silence. Suddenly the man stopped and asked in a voice husky with emotion,—
"What is your name?"
"Juan."
"Juan what?"
"Juan Martínez."
"And your father was Manuel Martínez, wasn't he,—musician of the third artillery band?"