'Are English prisons like that?' he asked.
I said I did not think so.
'Are they better?'
I shrugged my shoulders.
'I'm told,' he said, 'that two years' hard labour in an English prison kills a man.'
'The English are a great nation,' I replied.
'And a humane one,' he added, with a bow and a smile.
I bade him good-morning.
XXIII
Before the Bull-fight