"All the more reason for them not to think I should go there, too. Now remember, the senorita and I are English people, brother and sister. I am Lord Glisfoyle"—and I made him repeat the name several times, and warned him to tell anyone who might question him that that was my name, and that I was an eccentric English nobleman. "You won’t ride with us up to Angostino’s, but as soon as we are close enough to the house to find our way, you’ll take the horses—they might be recognised—and we shall walk there. And now I’m going to trust you. Take this letter and keep it. If you hear that I have been arrested, go as quickly as you can to Madrid and give it yourself to Mr. Mayhew, and tell him that I am arrested. But if I am not, then I shall want you to be ready to go on a journey with me later in the day or in the evening; I’ll find means to let you know the time." He promised me, and when we came near enough to our destination Sarita and I dismounted, and he rode away with the horses. "Now, Mercy—that’s your name now, remember—for a bold face on things and no language but English; no character but that of eccentric English folk; and a prayer from the bottom of our hearts that my friend Rubio is not within a dozen miles of Angostino’s. In that case we’ll soon be at breakfast, and you’ll soon be in bed—and the best place for you." Scarcely anyone was astir in the narrow street, or in the inn itself, and swaggering in with the assurance of an irresponsible tourist, I asked for breakfast and a couple of rooms for myself and sister. I took care to put a good broad English accent into my Spanish, showed my money with vulgar ostentation, and made the most of my title. Everything went smoothly. A single gold piece converted a sleepy serving maid from a wondering and contemptuous critic of Sarita’s dress into an obsequious servant, who led her away at once. "Don’t be long, Mercy, for I am as hungry as the deuce," I called after her, loudly. "All right," she cried in reply, in a most winsome accent that no English girl could have copied to save her life. Then the landlord, having heard that a rich Englishman had arrived, came hurrying out to me with a mouthful of breakfast, a rich smell of garlic, and a whole person eloquent of a desire to do my bidding and earn my money; and a few minutes saw me in the only private sitting-room in the place, a guest of less importance having been promptly dispossessed in my honour. There is nothing like a combination of impudence, money, and a character for English eccentricity if you want your own way on the Continent. And I never wanted mine more badly in my life nor got it more promptly. "You are a magician, Ferdinand," said Sarita, as we sat at breakfast. "But you are not Spanish," I whispered, warningly; "and an English brother and sister don’t carry their eccentricity so far as to talk in any language but their own, Mercy." "Then we can talk very little," she replied, in English.