John Bull on the Guadalquivir | Page 4

it all to you. You will see them about in all
places, and you will get used to them."
"But I haven't seen one other as yet."

"No, and they are not all so gay as this, nor so new in their finery, you
know."
"And what is a torero?"
"Well, a torero is a man engaged in bull-fighting."
"Oh! he is a matador, is he?" said I, looking at him with more than all
my eyes.
"No, not exactly that;--not of necessity. He is probably a mayo. A
fellow that dresses himself smart for fairs, and will be seen hanging
about with the bull-fighters. What would be a sporting fellow in
England--only he won't drink and curse like a low man on the turf there.
Come, shall we go and speak to him?"
"I can't talk to him," said I, diffident of my Spanish. I had received
lessons in England from Maria Daguilar; but six weeks is little enough
for making love, let alone the learning of a foreign language.
"Oh! I'll do the talking. You'll find the language easy enough before
long. It soon becomes the same as English to you, when you live
among them." And then Johnson, walking up to the stranger, accosted
him with that good-natured familiarity with which a thoroughly nice
fellow always opens a conversation with his inferior. Of course I could
not understand the words which were exchanged; but it was clear
enough that the "mayo" took the address in good part, and was inclined
to be communicative and social.
"They are all of pure gold," said Johnson, turning to me after a minute,
making as he spoke a motion with his head to show the importance of
the information.
"Are they indeed?" said I. "Where on earth did a fellow like that get
them?" Whereupon Johnson again returned to his conversation with the
man. After another minute he raised his hand, and began to finger the
button on the shoulder; and to aid him in doing so, the man of the
bull-ring turned a little on one side.

"They are wonderfully well made," said Johnson, talking to me, and
still fingering the button. "They are manufactured, he says, at Osuna,
and he tells me that they make them better there than anywhere else."
"I wonder what the whole set would cost?" said I. "An enormous deal
of money for a fellow like him, I should think!"
"Over twelve ounces," said Johnson, having asked the question; "and
that will be more than forty pounds."
"What an uncommon ass he must be!" said I.
As Johnson by this time was very closely scrutinising the whole set of
ornaments I thought I might do so also, and going up close to our friend,
I too began to handle the buttons and tags on the other side. Nothing
could have been more good-humoured than he was--so much so that I
was emboldened to hold up his arm that I might see the cut of his coat,
to take off his cap and examine the make, to stuff my finger in beneath
his sash, and at last to kneel down while I persuaded him to hold up his
legs that I might look to the clocking. The fellow was thorough
good-natured, and why should I not indulge my curiosity?
"You'll upset him if you don't take care," said Johnson; for I had got
fast hold of him by one ankle, and was determined to finish the survey
completely.
"Oh, no, I shan't," said I; "a bull-fighting chap can surely stand on one
leg. But what I wonder at is, how on earth he can afford it!" Whereupon
Johnson again began to interrogate him in Spanish.
"He says he has got no children," said Johnson, having received a reply,
"and that as he has nobody but himself to look after, he is able to allow
himself such little luxuries."
"Tell him that I say he would be better with a wife and couple of
babies," said I--and Johnson interpreted.
"He says that he'll think of it some of these days, when he finds that the

supply of fools in the world is becoming short," said Johnson.
We had nearly done with him now; but after regaining my feet, I
addressed myself once more to the heavy pendules, which hung down
almost under his arm. I lifted one of these, meaning to feel its weight
between my fingers; but unfortunately I gave a lurch, probably through
the motion of the boat, and still holding by the button, tore it almost off
from our friend's coat.
"Oh, I am so sorry," I said, in broad English.
"It do not matter at all," he said, bowing, and speaking with equal
plainness. And then, taking a knife from his pocket, he cut the pendule