“In the daytime I could have recognized them, but in the dark all I could see was their two bodies. When they found me there why did they not come to me and tell me that I was disturbing them?”
“Excuse me,” said Señor Alonso, “but since you are talking in a loud voice and I am not deaf—”
“Well, say what you please.”
“Since you kept silent and did not draw your sword, why do you think it strange that they did the same? And besides, are you sure that they looked at the same balcony and had the same object in view as yourself?”
“From the place where they stood—”
“It seems to me that I know one of your supposed rivals.”
“Indeed?” said the black-eyed quickly.
“As surely as this wine is from Arganda,” answered Señor Alonso, raising his glass to drink. “And Crispin here cannot deny that it is Arganda wine.”
“And I know the other rival,” said the stout man.