The proofs of the photographs came in the evening, and Don Calixto was enchanted with them. In one of them you could see the Swiss guard at the door, with his lance. It was splendid. Don Calixto would not permit Cæsar to go to his hotel, but invited him for dinner; and after dinner told him he was so indebted that he would be delighted to do anything Cæsar asked him.
“Why don’t you make me a Deputy?” said Cæsar, laughing.
“Do you want to be one?”
“Yes, man.”
“Really?”
“I should think so.”
“But you would have to live in Madrid.”
“Certainly.”
“Would you leave here?”
“Yes, why not?”