Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
"Which is precisely how English brothers and sisters do behave," said I,
with a laugh.
"What about clothes?" she asked in some little dismay.
"I’ll see to that. After breakfast you must go to bed. I don’t want
anyone to see you for one thing and I do want you to get some sleep; and
while you sleep, I’ll work the oracle."
"You will what?" she asked, wrinkling her brow at my slang.
"I’ll get hold of some clothes somehow, if I steal them;" and as soon as
breakfast was over, I went out to forage.
Juan was right in one respect. What soldiers were in Calatayud were at
the inn, and sticking to my principle of the value of impudence, I went
up to the two officers who were in command of the party, bade them
good-day, and asked them if they spoke English. One of them replied
that he did.
"Good," I said, heartily, and offered him my hand and asked him to give
me a cigarette. "I can speak Spanish a bit, but our English tongues
don’t seem to fit the words somehow. Let me introduce myself, for I
want a little advice. I am Lord Glisfoyle, an Englishman, travelling
with my sister, and we have just heard of the death of a relative in
London, and have to get there quickly. Which is the best way to go? I
mean, considering the mess and excitement of all this Carlist business.
I was at Daroca, and wanted to get up to Saragossa by rail; but
yesterday you gentlemen had taken possession of the line, and I’ll be
hanged if I could get tickets. So we rode over here and left our
baggage there. Here is my card;" and, as if searching for one, I pulled
out a roll of English bank notes, which impressed them as much as I
desired. "I haven’t one, I see; I must have left my card case when I
changed, I expect. Anyhow, it doesn’t matter."
The officer was as obliging as courtesy demanded he should be to a rich
English nobleman in a difficulty, and very soon we three were discussing
my route over a bottle of the best wine which Angostino could find in
his cellar.
The Madrid route was suggested; but I said I had thought of the other,
and then my two companions worked out the train service in that
direction. After that was settled we went out together and strolled
about the streets chatting and smoking; and in the course of an hour I
had acquired a good deal of useful information about the doings and
plans of the military; while on my side I took them to the telegraph
office and let them see the telegrams I sent off to London and to Mayhew
at the British Embassy in the name of Lord Glisfoyle.
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