“Come into the street.”
“No, right here.”
“Unfortunate men!” cried the innkeeper, seeing that the swords began to move, that the eyes flashed, and that the rivals began to approach each other. “They are going to kill each other, and they do not even know that they are in love with the same woman.”
“There is some reason in that.” said the chubby-cheeked, “for it is possible that we are deceived by appearances.”
“Vive Dios!” exclaimed the black-eyed. “You are getting scared already and trying to find an excuse, but you won’t succeed, for only one of us will be alive after to-night.”
“What I feel is not fear, but common sense.”
“Is it possible that there can be a mistake?”
“Yes.”
“Weren’t you watching in front of the licenciado Barquero’s house?”
“And I, too,” said Señor Alonso.