a bundle of cigars, which I hoped might induce him to forgive my intrusion.
I was ushered into Don José's presence just as he was sitting at table. He greeted me with a rather distant nod, and thanked me civilly for the present I had brought him. Having counted the cigars in the bundle I had placed in his hand, he took out a certain number and returned me the rest, remarking that he would not need any more of them.
I inquired whether by laying out a little money, or by applying to my friends, I might not do something to soften his lot. He shrugged his shoulders, to begin with, smiling sadly. Soon, as by an after-thought, he asked me to have a mass said for the repose of his soul.
Then he added nervously: "Would you—would you have another said for a person who did you a wrong?"
"Assuredly I will, my dear fellow," I answered. "But no one in this country has wronged me so far as I know."
He took my hand and squeezed it, looking very grave. After a moment's silence, he spoke again.
"Might I dare to ask another service of you? When you go back to your own country perhaps you will pass through Navarre. At all
