“Don’t be offended at my offering you a little present. Take this.”
“What do you wish?” asked the servant, smiling, and examining the hidalgo from head to foot.
“Almost nothing, but it is a great deal to me. I worship your lady—”
“Ah, already?”
“I am a hidalgo, have enough to live on, and before two months are over I shall be quite rich, and you, too, if you serve me.”
“I understand.”
“My name is Alonso Pacheco.—But here, take this.”
“No.”
“You refuse to serve me? Perhaps your lady is no longer mistress of her heart?”