“Very well.”
They seated themselves on the half-rotten trunk of a tree.
“Are you on a trip?” he asked me, noticing my horse fastened to a branch.
“Yes. I am coming back from a visit.”
“Ah! Are you the town doctor?”
“Yes.”
“And do you live here, in Cestona?”
“Yes, I live here.”
“Alone?”
“Quite alone.”