Bè bè bè bè.
No sera gaiva pulida,
Nosé si vos agradara,
Bè bè bè bè.
"Upon which my Ivizan avouches, in tears, that I am certainly from Iviza. The song had affected him as a Switzer is affected by the 'Ranz des Vaches.' I then said to the officer that if he would bring to me a person who could speak French, he would find the same embarrassment in this case also. An emigré of the Bourbon regiment comes forward for the new experiment, and after a few phrases affirms without hesitation that I am surely a Frenchman. The officer begins to be impatient.
"'Have done with these trials: they prove nothing. I require you to tell me who you are.'
"'My foremost desire is to find an answer which will satisfy you. I am the son of the innkeeper at Mataro.'
"'I know that man: you are not his son.'
"'You are right: I told you that I should change my answers till I found one to suit you. I am a marionette player from Lerida.'
"A huge laugh from the crowd which had listened to the interrogatory put an end to the questioning."