At least, I could get little to eat, and, therefore, like the senor Peter, I am starved." Castell rang a silver bell which stood near by, whereon servants brought in the meal, which was excellent and plentiful.

While they were setting it on the table, the merchant went to a cupboard in the wainscoting, and took thence two flasks, which he uncorked himself with care, saying that he would give the senor some wine of his own country.

This done, he said a Latin grace and crossed himself, an example which d'Aguilar followed, remarking that he was glad to find that he was in the house of a good Christian.
"What else did you think that I should be ?" asked Castell, glancing at him shrewdly.
"I did not think at all, Senor," he answered; "but alas! every one is not a Christian.

In Spain, for instance, we have many Moors and--Jews." "I know," said Castell, "for I trade with them both." "Then you have never visited Spain ?" "No; I am an English merchant.

But try that wine, Senor; it came from Granada, and they say that it is good." D'Aguilar tasted it, then drank off his glass.
"It is good, indeed," he said; "I have not its equal in my own cellars there." "Do you, then, live in Granada, Senor d'Aguilar ?" asked Castell.
"Sometimes, when I am not travelling.