Certainly later than Toni says." And not wishing to say more, he gulped down the rest of the glass, devoting himself hastily to the confection of the second "refresco" in order to make up for lost time.
Little by little he slipped away from the prudent barrier that was hedging in his verbosity and spoke with his old time abandon; but his flow of words did not exactly convey news.
Caragol preached morality to Ferragut's son,--morality from his standpoint, interrupted by frequent caresses of the glass.
"Esteban, my son, respect your father greatly.

Imitate him as a seaman.
Be good and just toward the men that you command....

But avoid the females!" The women!...

There was no better theme for his piously drunken eloquence.

The world inspired his pity.