man, Jago and me. He either seemed to miss something in the place, or not to wish to make himself familiar with a stranger.
At last, he sat down with us. "You come from Alcantara, Sennor;" said he. Jago answered in the affirmative, "It was a stormy night," added he; "you may thank your fortune, that it brought you hither."
After a long pause, I was determined to break the silence, and laying hold of his hand, "Sennor," said I, "I know you. Jago has been telling me the story. Favor me with your friendship."
—"You don't know what you ask of me," replied he. "I, too, know you, Don Carlos. You are of the house of Grandez, I have lately seen and liked you, I'll do all I can. Only tell me, what you wish.
—"Your friend here, was just relating his return from America, when your arrival stopt the account. You was to visit him, to discover a secret respecting the old inscription-stone. What was it, pray?"
Here he rose angry from his seat, exclaiming: "Has Jago thus—?"—He went again
