"As our paths seem likely to diverge, they had better begin now.

Good morning." "Patience, my friend, patience! Ah, blessed St.Anthony, what these Americans are! Listen.

For what YOU shall do, I do not inquire.

The question is to me what I"-- he emphasized the pronoun by tapping himself on the breast--"I, Jose Santierra, will do.

Well, I shall tell you.
To-day, nothing.