OFTHEDELECTABLEDISCUSSIONBETWEENDONQUIXOTEANDSANCHOPANZA, HISSQUIRE, TOGETHERWITHOTHERINCIDENTS
"Allthatisnotunsatisfactorytome," saidDonQuixote."Goon; thoudidstreachher; andwhatwasthatqueenofbeautydoing? Surelythoudidstfindherstringingpearls, orembroideringsomedeviceingoldthreadforthisherenslavedknight."
"Ididnot," saidSancho, "butIfoundherwinnowingtwobushelsofwheatintheyardofherhouse."
"Thendependuponit," saidDonQuixote, "thegrainsofthatwheatwerepearlswhentouchedbyherhands; anddidstthoulook, friend? wasitwhitewheatorbrown?"
"Itwasneither, butred," saidSancho.
"ThenIpromisethee," saidDonQuixote, "that, winnowedbyherhands, beyondadoubtthebreaditmadewasofthewhitest; butgoon; whenthougavesthermyletter, didshekissit? Didsheplaceitonherhead? Didsheperformanyceremonybefittingit, orwhatdidshedo?"
"WhenIwenttogiveittoher," repliedSancho, "shewashardatitswayingfromsidetosidewithalotofwheatshehadinthesieve, andshesaidtome, 'Laytheletter, friend, onthetopofthatsack, forIcannotreadituntilIhavedonesiftingallthis."
"Discreetlady!" saidDonQuixote; "thatwasinordertoreaditatherleisureandenjoyit; proceed, Sancho; whileshewasengagedinheroccupationwhatconversedidsheholdwiththee? Whatdidsheaskaboutme, andwhatanswerdidstthougive? Makehaste; tellmeall, andletnotanatombeleftbehindintheink-bottle."
