But I would none of it, who thought of my English Lily by day and night.
CHAPTER VIII
THE SECOND MEETING
It may be thought that while I was employed thus I had forgotten the
object of my coming to Spain, namely to avenge my mother's murder on the
person of Juan de Garcia. But this was not so. So soon as I was settled
in the house of Andres de Fonseca I set myself to make inquiries as to
de Garcia's whereabouts with all possible diligence, but without result.
Indeed, when I came to consider the matter coolly it seemed that I had
but a slender chance of finding him in this city. He had, indeed, given
it out in Yarmouth that he was bound for Seville, but no ship bearing
the same name as his had put in at Cadiz or sailed up the Guadalquivir,
nor was it likely, having committed murder in England, that he would
speak the truth as to his destination. Still I searched on. The house
where my mother and grandmother had lived was burned down, and as their
mode of life had been retired, after more than twenty years of change
few even remembered their existence. Indeed I only discovered one, an
old woman whom I found living in extreme poverty, and who once had been
my grandmother's servant and knew my mother well, although she was not
in the house at the time of her flight to England. From this woman I
gathered some information, though, needless to say, I did not tell her
that I was the grandson of her old mistress.
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