His face lighted.

He looked at me, and I knew again that he liked me.

I liked him.
My kinsman the Prior had started to speak to me, but then had shot a look at Juan de Penelosa and refrained.

The Queen's officer spoke, "Why, here's another strong fellow, not so tall as some but powerfully knit! Are you used to the sea ?" I answered that I had been upon a Marseilles bark that was wrecked off Almeria, and that I had walked from San Lucar.

He asked my name and I gave it.