I liked him extraordinarily.

I was not far from twice his age, as little man counts age.

But he had soul and mind, and while these count age it is not in the short, earthly way.

He asked me about the Indians, and again and again we came back to that, pacing up and down in the moonlight before the Spanish inn.
The next morning parting.

They were going to Cordova, I to the sea.
The doves flew over the cloister of La Rabida.