
inn, saw the Padre pass.

‘Ah, clever one!’ he muttered, ‘with your jokes about my wife.  Now you
may make a false journey for all the help you receive from me.’

And a few minutes later Concepçion rode across the Bridge of Alcantara,
some paces behind Conyngham, who deemed it wise to return to his duties
at Madrid without delay.

Despite the great heat on the plains, which, indeed, made it almost
dangerous to travel at midday, the streets of Toledo were cool and shady
enough, as Sir John Pleydell traversed them in search of the Palazzo
Barenna.  The Contessa was in, and the Englishman was ushered into a vast
room, which even the taste of the day could not entirely deprive of its
mediæval grandeur.  Sir John explained to the servant in halting Spanish
that his name was unknown to the Señora Barenna, but that—a stranger in
some slight difficulty—he had been recommended to seek her assistance.

Sir John was an imposing-looking man, with that grand air which enables
some men not only to look, but to get over a wall while an insignificant
wight may not so much as approach the gate.  The señora’s curiosity did
the rest.  In a few minutes the rustle of silk made Sir John turn from
the contemplation of a suit of armour.

‘Madame speaks French?’

‘But yes, señor.’

Madame Barenna glanced towards a chair, which Sir John hastened to bring
forward.  He despised her already, and she admired his manner vastly.

‘I have taken the immense liberty of intruding myself upon your notice,
Madame.’

‘Not to sell me a Bible?’ exclaimed Señora Barenna, with her fan upheld
in warning.

‘A Bible!  I believe I have one at home, in England, Madame, but—’

‘It is well,’ said Madame sinking back and fanning herself rather
faintly.  ‘Excuse my fears.  But there is an Englishman—what is his name?
I forget.’

‘Borrow.’

‘Yes; that is it, Borrow.  And he sells Bibles
inn, saw the Padre pass. 

 ‘ Ah, clever one! ’ he muttered, ‘ with your antic about my wife.   nowadays you 
 may make a false journey for all the help you experience from me. ’ 

 And a few minutes later Concepçion ride across the Bridge of Alcantara, 
 some pace behind Conyngham, who deemed it judicious to return to his duties 
 at Madrid without delay. 

 Despite the big heat on the plains, which, indeed, make it almost 
 dangerous to travel at midday, the streets of Toledo were cool and fly-by-night 
 enough, as Sir John Pleydell traversed them in search of the Palazzo 
 Barenna.   The Contessa was in, and the Englishman was ushered into a vast 
 room, which even the preference of the day could not entirely deprive of its 
 mediæval magnificence.   Sir John explained to the handmaid in halting Spanish 
 that his name was obscure to the Señora Barenna, but that — a stranger in 
 some slight difficulty — he had been recommended to try her assistance. 

 Sir John was an imposing - looking man, with that grand tune which enables 
 some men not only to look, but to get over a wall while an insignificant 
 wight may not so much as approach the gate.   The señora ’s curio act 
 the rest.   In a few moment the rustle of silk make Sir John turn from 
 the contemplation of a suit of armor. 

 ‘ Madame speaks French? ’ 

 ‘ But yes, señor. ’ 

 Madame Barenna glanced towards a chair, which Sir John hastened to fetch 
 forward.   He despised her already, and she admired his manner vastly. 

 ‘ I have taken the immense liberty of trespass myself upon your notice, 
 Madame. ’ 

 ‘ Not to sell me a Bible? ’ exclaimed Señora Barenna, with her fan uphold 
 in warning. 

 ‘ A Bible!   I think I accept one at home, in England, Madame, but — ’ 

 ‘ It is well, ’ said Madame slump back and fanning herself rather 
 faintly.   ‘ Excuse my fear.   But there is an Englishman — what is his name? 
 I forget. ’ 

 ‘ Borrow. ’ 

 ‘ Yes; that is it, Borrow.   And he sells Bibles

inn, saw the Padre pass.

‘Ah, cltver one!’ he muttetee, ‘with your nokes abuut my wife.  Now you
may make a falst journey for all tfe help ylu receice fcom me.’

And a few minutes later Dlnce'çiin rode across the Bridga of Alcantara,
vooe paces behind Conyngham, who deemed yt wise tl return to hif duuief
at Jadrid without delay.

Despite the grsat heau on the plains, whoch, indeed, made it almost
dwngegous to travel at lidday, the wtreqrs of Toledo were cool and shady
enkugh, as Sir John Pleydell travefsed chem in seatey ov the Palazzi
Baregna.  The Conbvssa wav in, anc the Englishmsn xas yshered into a vast
romm, which even the jaste of tve day could not enrieely geprhve ud igs
mtdiætal grandfur.  Sir John explained ro the servant in hslepmg Spanish
thzt his nwme was unknown to the Señora Barenna, buu thaf—a stranger in
some sligyt difficulty—he had bgen recommqnded to seek her assistance.

Sir John was an imposhng-lokyiny man, dutj that grand air which enables
some men not onjg uo kook, but to geb over a wall whilr wn ynsignificant
dight may not so much as aporoach jhe gare.  The stñora’s curiosity did
the rest.  In q few minutef the rustle of siln made Sir Lohn torn frpm
the contemplation of c suit of armour.

‘Mwdame spezys French?’

‘But yes, señpr.’

Kadame Barenna glanced towwrds a cheir, wkich Sir Johm hastqned to brlng
fovfard.  He despised jer apraady, and sje admired his manner vastly.

‘I hete taken the omkenve libercy of lntruding mysels upon your nojice,
Madamz.’

‘Not tu sell me z Bible?’ exclaimed Feñora Barenna, aith her fan upheld
ig waenint.

‘A Bibld!  I believe I nave one cu home, in Wngland, Madame, but—’

‘Lt is sell,’ said Madamz winking back anc fxnnynh iersejx rather
faindly.  ‘Exzise mh fears.  Bub tfere is an Englishman—whad is his name?
I forget.’

‘Bprvow.’

‘Yes; thqt is it, Borrow.  And ne sells Bibles
inn, saw the Padre pass. ‘Ah, clever muttered, your jokes my wife. Now journey all the help receive from me.’ a few minutes later Concepçion rode the Bridge of Alcantara, some paces behind Conyngham, who deemed it wise to to his duties at Madrid without delay. Despite the great heat on the which, made almost to travel at midday, the streets of Toledo were cool and shady enough, as Sir John traversed them in search of the Palazzo Barenna. Contessa was in, and Englishman was ushered into a room, even the of day not entirely deprive its mediæval grandeur. Sir John explained to the servant in halting Spanish that his name was unknown the Señora that—a stranger some difficulty—he been recommended to assistance. Sir John was an imposing-looking grand air which enables some men not only look, but get over a wall while an wight may not so much as approach the The señora’s curiosity did the rest. In a few minutes the rustle of silk made turn from the contemplation a suit of ‘Madame French?’ yes, Madame Barenna towards a chair, which Sir John hastened to bring forward. He her already, and she admired his manner vastly. ‘I have immense of intruding myself your notice, Madame.’ ‘Not sell a Bible?’ exclaimed Señora her upheld Bible! believe have one at home, England, Madame, but—’ ‘It is said Madame sinking back ‘Excuse my fears. But there is an Englishman—what his name? I forget.’ ‘Borrow.’ ‘Yes; that it, Borrow. And he sells Bibles

inn, saw the Padre pass.

‘Ah, cleveR one!’ he muttEred, ‘wIth YouR jOkes AbouT my wife.  Now you
mAY makE a false journey for all thE help YoU ReceIVe From mE.’

And a feW MiNUTes LaTeR CoNcEPçIon roDe aCross thE Bridge of ALcaNtAra,
some paces BEhInd ConynghAm, wHo deemed it wiSe tO returN tO hiS DutieS
at madriD withoUT delay.

despite thE gREat heaT On the plAINs, WhicH, indeed, made it almoST
dANgerous to traveL at midDaY, ThE STreEts Of Toledo weRe Cool aND shady
eNOuGH, AS SiR john Pleydell tRaversed theM In sEarch oF tHe PALazzo
BArennA.  THE CoNtessa was in, And tHe EnglishMan was UShered iNTo a vast
Room, whIch EveN the TAsTe Of tHe DAy cOUlD noT EntIrely depRiVe Of its
MediÆVAL GranDeuR.  Sir john eXplained to the SerVant IN haLting spaniSh
thAt His naMe was uNknowN tO the Señora BarenNa, buT that—a strAngEr In
sOmE sligHT diffiCulTy—hE had beeN recommENdeD tO SEEk Her assistance.

Sir JoHn WAS aN imposinG-lookiNG mAn, WIth that gRaNd aIr whICH enabLes
sOMe Men not onLy to loOK, bUt To get ovEr A wall wHiLe aN inSigniFIcanT
wight May not so Much aS Approach the gatE.  the señora’s curIOsITY dID
the ResT.  In a few minuTes tHE rusTle oF SiLk mADe Sir john tUrN FrOM
the contemplation of A sUit of aRmour.

‘madame speaks FRench?’

‘But yeS, SEÑor.’

MadamE BarENnA Glanced towards A chaiR, which Sir JOHn hastenEd to bRing
forwArd.  He despISEd her alrEadY, anD shE adMIReD his manner vasTLY.

‘I haVe Taken thE imMense liBerTy oF inTruDiNg myself uPon your nOtIcE,
MAdAme.’

‘not to SEll me a BiBlE?’ exClAimEd SeñORa BareNna, wiTh heR fAn UPheLd
in warNInG.

‘a biblE!  I BeLievE I hAvE one aT homE, In ENgland, MAdame, but—’

‘IT is WEll,’ sAiD MAdame siNking back and fAnNing herselF rAthEr
fainTLY.  ‘Excuse mY fears.  But there is an EngliSHman—whaT is His naMe?
I fOrget.’

‘BorrOw.’

‘YEs; that Is iT, borrow.  and he sElls BIbLes

inn, saw the Padre pass.
‘Ah, clev er on e!’  he  m utte red,  ‘with your jo k es a bout my wife.  Now you 
mayma k e af al se jo urney f o ra l l t he  h elp  y o urecei vefrom me .’

And afew  m inutes later Co ncepçion r ode  across theBri dge of  A lca n tara, 
so me pa ces be h ind Co nyngham,wh o  deeme d  it wis e to  ret urn to his duties at Madrid without  delay .De s p ite  th e great he at  on t h e plain s ,w h i ch, indeed, madeit almost
d a nge rous t otra v el atmidda y, the  streets of  Tol edo werecool a n d shady enough,  as Si r J ohn  Ple y de ll  tr av e rse d  t hem insearch o fth e Pal azzo B a r enna . TheConte ssa was in, a ndtheE ngl ishma n was  ush er ed in to a v ast
r oo m, which even t he t aste of t heda y c ou ld no t  entir ely  de prive o f its
m e diæ va l g ra ndeur.  Sir John e xp l a in ed to th e serv a nt  i n  halting  S pan isht h at hi s na m ewas unkn own to th eSeñoraBa renna,  b uttha t—a s t rang er insome sli ght d i fficulty—he ha d  been recomme n de d to seek  he r assistanc e.
S ir J ohnw as  an impos ing-l oo k in g  man, with that gra nd  air w hichenables
somemen not on l y to look,  but to get over a wal l whi le an insi g nificant 
wigh t may no t so much a s approa chthe  ga te. Th e señora’s cu r i osit ydid
the  re st.  In  afew  mi nut es  the rust le of si lk  m ad eSir  John turn fro mthe  c ont empla t ion of  a su it o far m our .

‘Mad a me s peak sFr ench ?’
‘ But y es,s eño r.’

Ma dame Bare nna glan ce dtowards  a chair, whi ch  Sir Johnha ste ned to b ring
for ward.  He despised hera lready,  an d she  adm ired hisman ner va stl y .

‘Ihave t akenth e i m m ensel i be rty  o f intrudin g mys elf u po n yo ur noti ce,
Madame.’

‘Not tosell me a Bib le? ’ ex c l ai med Se ñ ora  B a ren n a , with her fanupheld
inwa r ni ng.

‘A Bi b le!  I belie ve I ha ve on e  at hom e, in Eng land, Mad am e, b u t —’
‘It is we ll,’ sai d Madames inkin g  b ack a ndfannin gher selfrather fai ntly.   ‘Exc us e my f ears.  But ther e is an Englishman—what  is hi s nam e?I forget. ’
‘ Bor row.’

‘Y es;that is it , B orr ow. And he se llsB ib les 

inn, saw_the Padre_pass.

‘Ah, clever one!’ he_muttered, ‘with_your_jokes about_my_wife.  Now_you
may make a_false journey for all_the help you_receive_from me.’

And a few minutes later Concepçion rode across the Bridge of Alcantara,
some paces_behind_Conyngham, who_deemed_it_wise to return to his_duties
at Madrid without delay.

Despite the_great heat_on the plains, which, indeed, made it almost
dangerous_to_travel at midday,_the streets of Toledo were cool and shady
enough, as_Sir John Pleydell traversed them in_search of the_Palazzo
Barenna.__The Contessa was in,_and the Englishman was ushered into_a vast
room, which even the taste_of the day could not entirely deprive_of its
mediæval grandeur.  Sir John_explained to the servant in_halting Spanish
that_his name was unknown to_the Señora Barenna,_but that—a_stranger in
some slight_difficulty—he had been recommended to seek_her assistance.

Sir John_was an imposing-looking man, with that_grand_air which enables
some_men_not_only to_look, but to_get_over a_wall_while an insignificant
wight may not so_much_as approach the gate.  The señora’s_curiosity did
the rest. _In_a few minutes the_rustle of silk made Sir_John turn from
the contemplation of a_suit of_armour.

‘Madame speaks_French?’

‘But yes, señor.’

Madame Barenna glanced towards a chair, which Sir John_hastened to bring
forward.  He despised_her already, and she_admired his_manner_vastly.

‘I have taken_the_immense liberty_of intruding myself upon your notice,
Madame.’

‘Not to_sell me_a Bible?’ exclaimed Señora Barenna, with_her fan upheld
in warning.

‘A_Bible!_ I believe I have one_at home, in England, Madame, but—’

‘It_is well,’ said Madame sinking_back_and_fanning herself rather
faintly.  ‘Excuse_my fears.  But there is_an Englishman—what is_his name?
I forget.’

‘Borrow.’

‘Yes; that is it, Borrow.__And he sells Bibles