He seemed to have no misgivings as to what Leon might say.
"But you wish to become one ?" "It is my dearest desire." The dying man laughed.

"You are like your mother," he said.

"She was a fool.

You may go back to bed, my friend." "But I would rather stay here and pray by your bedside," pleaded the son.
He was a feeble man--the only weak man, it would appear, in the room.
"Then stay and pray if you want to," answered Mogente, without even troubling himself to show contempt.
The notary was at his table again, and seemed to seek his cue by an upward glance.
"You will, perhaps, leave your fortune," he suggested at length, "to--to some good work." But Evasio Mon was shaking his head.
"To--to-- ?" began the notary once more, and then lapsed into a puzzled silence.

He was at fault again.