The moment he was gone, the host, the hostess, the hostler, and two neighbours who chanced to be there, held a council together, and all extolled the great comeliness and graceful deportment of the stranger, agreeing that they had never seen any one so handsome.  They discussed his age, and came to the conclusion that it was between sixteen and seventeen.  They speculated largely as to what might have been the cause of his fainting, but could make no plausible guess at it.  The neighbours after a while went home, the host went to look after the nag, and the hostess to prepare supper in case any other guest should arrive; nor was it long before another entered, not much older than the first, and of no less engaging mien, so that the hostess no sooner saw him than she exclaimed, “God bless me! how is this?  Are angels coming to stop here to-night?”

“Why does the lady hostess say that?” said the cavalier.

“It is not for nothing I say it.  Only I must beg your honour not to dismount, for I have no bed to give you; for the two I had have been taken by a cavalier who has paid for both, though he has no need of more than one; but he does that because no one else may enter the room, being, I suppose, fond of solitude; though upon my conscience I can’t tell why, for his face and appearance are not such that he need be ashamed of them or want to hide them, but quite the contrary.”

“Is he so good-looking, senora hostess?”

“Good-looking?  Ay, the best of good-looking.”

“Here, my man, hold my stirrup,” said the cavalier to a muleteer who accompanied him; “for though I have to sleep on the floor, I must see a man of whom I hear such high encomiums;” and then dismounting he called for supper, which was immediately placed before him.  Presently an alguazil dropped in—­as they commonly do at the inns in small towns—­and taking a seat, entered into conversation with the cavalier while he supped; not forgetting at intervals to swallow three large glasses of wine, and the breast and leg of a partridge, which the cavalier gave him.  He paid his scot meanwhile by asking news of the capital, of the wars in Flanders, and the decay of the Turk, not forgetting the exploits of the Transylvanian, whom God preserve.  The cavalier supped and said nothing, not having come from a place which would have supplied him with the means of satisfying these inquiries.  By and by, the innkeeper, having seen to the nag, came in and sat down to make a third in the conversation, and to taste his own wine no less copiously than the alguazil; and at every gulp he leaned his head back over his left shoulder, and praised the wine, which he exalted to the clouds, though he did not leave much of it there, for fear it should get watered.