"Then, brother, you think we are justified in taking this joy to our
hearts?"
"Without doubt," cried the sanguine Don Juan.
"And it follows that his crime--"
"Was what in our eyes constitutes the truest glory, the profession of a
pure faith," said Juan with decision, leaping at once to the conclusion
Carlos had reached by a far slower path.
"And those mystic words inscribed upon the window, the delight and
wonder of our childhood--"
"Ah!" repeated Juan--
"El Dorado
Yo he trovado."