Every one, even Moor, agreed with him, and so it happened that Pellicanus henceforth called his young friend the Navarrete.

The name pleased the boy.

Everything here pleased him, and he was full of happiness; only often at night he could not help grieving because, while his father was dead, he enjoyed such an overflowing abundance of good things, and because he had lost his mother, Ruth, and all who had loved him..