window over the wall of a garden. You pick up a pebble and throw it against the panes of glass lightly, to do little damage.”
“And in a second she will come!”
“No; have patience. How do you know whether she will come or not come?”
“Well, let us suppose that she comes.”
“Before I tell you another thing, you must understand that it is there the goodman Candiola lives. Do you know who Candiola is? Well, he is a citizen of Saragossa, a man who, as they say, has in his house a cellar full of money. He is avaricious and a usurer, and when he lends he guts his customers. He knows more about debtors, laws, and foreclosures than the whole court and council of Castile. Whoever goes to law with him is lost.”