Thus absorbed in deep reflection I was just approaching my garden, when a voice thus welcomed me with a loud laugh: "Egad, Sennor, you look as white as a winding sheet! How d you do?"—It was Don Pedro.
—"Very well," answered I, "you will no doubt perceive it."
As he came nearer to me he became sensible, that I was not in a humor to attend to his raillery.
—"Why so serious now," continued he, "has any thing happened to you? Between us," said Don Pedro, "had you tarried longer, I would have gone armed in search of you,"
—"And, between us," said I, " Don Pedro, I doubt your word."
—"It is, I suppose, because I would not creep about with you in the hovel. I will venture to lay a bet, you have seen nothing."
—"You are in the right, Sennor. I have been dreaming a long dream, which lasted till now.—But joking apart; what news have you from your lady?"
