Then suddenly the don turned and looked for the first time at the statue.
“Tell me, statue, wilt thou sup with me?”
“Yes.”
The don started, but his courage was equal to his crimes, so he laughingly bade his servant come and prepare the meal.
“Anywhere and anything, my good master, so that we go from this place. Methinks I am half dead.”
And the servant kept pretty close to his master’s heels till they had quitted the cemetery and the awful speaking statue.
CHAPTER VII.
The supper was laid, the don seated. He had forgotten his guest. He sat lightly at table, leaning back in a great crimson chair, and chattering gaily to his servant and friend.
“Leporello, I shall eat a supper as large as thy eyes when thou art frightened.”