Then I went up to the Torre Ananias, up to the lantern tale wherethe keeper was looking over the sea and brooding.

"Senor," I says, "why don't you go to Aragon and buyvineyards?"

"True," he exclaimed quietly, "why not? But you have some reason forspeaking, for suggesting."

"Why--yes. It's not the fault of the people on the estate, butthere's a government somewhere around here, and they're gettingoffish, and it can't be helped. You don't want to squabble over thelighthouse. Why not buy some vineyards in Aragon? You can afford itnow. The officials want to interfere with you. Why not get up andwalk away?"

He stood up and wrapped his coat around him, and said, "I will go,"and started downstairs for Spain.