rks of Juanelo, the view from the top of St.
Augustine's, the King's garden, and the promenade by the river."

"Very well, we can see all that in two days."

"What need of such haste? We are not posting to Rome to ask for a vacant
benefice."

"Ha! ha! friend, I see how it is, I'll be hanged if you are not more
inclined to stay in Toledo than to continue our journey."

"That's true, I confess; it is as impossible for me to forego the sight
of that girl's face, as it is to get into heaven without good works."

"Gallantly spoken, and as becomes a generous breast like yours! Here's a
pretty story! Don Tomas de Avendano, son of the wealthy and noble
cavalier, Don Juan de Avendano, over head and ears in love with the
scullery-maid at the Posada del Sevillano!"

"It strikes me, I may answer you in the same strain. Here's Don Diego de
Carriazo, son and sole heir of the noble knight of Alcantara of the same
name, a youth finely gifted alike in body and mind, and behold him in
love--with whom, do you suppose? With queen Ginevra? No such thing, but
with the tunny fisheries of Zahara, and all its rogues and rascals,--a
more loathsome crew, I suspect, than ever beset St. Anthony in his
temptations."

"You have given me tit for tat, friend, and slain me with my own weapon.
Let us say no more now, but go to bed, and to-morrow who knows but we
come to our senses?"

"Look ye, Carriazo, you have not yet seen Costanza; when you have seen
her, I will give you leave to say what you like to me."

"Well, I know beforehand what will be the upshot of the matter."

"And that is?"

"That I shall be off to my tunny fisheries, and you will remain with
your scullery-maid."

"I shall not be so happy."

"Nor I such a fool as to give up my own good purpose for the sake of
your bad one."

By this time they reached the inn, where the conversation was prolonged
in the same tone, half the night long. After they had slept, as it
seemed to them, little more than an hour, they were awakened by the loud
sound of clarions in the street. They sat up in bed, and after they had
listened awhile, "I'll lay a wager," said Carriazo, "that it is already
day, and that there is some feast or other in the convent of Nostra
Senora del Carmen, in this neighbourhood, and that is why the clarions
are pealing."

"That can't be," said Avendano; "we have not been long asleep. It must
be some time yet till dawn."

While they were talking, some one knocked at