He was an oldish man, and I met him just as I was coming out of the bath-house.

He had a basket of clams on his arm, and I asked him where he caught them.

That made him laugh, and he said he dug them out of the sand under the wharf.

Then he asked me if my name was Cisneros, and when I told him it was not, he said that I looked like a Spaniard, and he thought that that might be my name.

And so, as he had asked me about myself, I asked him if he was a Minorcan, and he said 'yes.'" "And what then ?" I asked.
"Nothing," said Rectus.