There was one of these frequenters of the saloon in whom I felt a
peculiar interest. Our acquaintance did not commence at the _monte_
table. I first saw him in the Calle del Obispo, and, on the same night,
in the Callecito de los Pajaros. His name was Francisco Moreno: the man
who had crossed me in love and saved my life!
I had ample opportunity of studying his character, without referring to
either incident of that night. I had the advantage of him: for,
although I remembered _him_ well, and with strange emotions, he had no
recollection of _me_!