AN UNKNOWN HOST.

Up to the hour of leaving, I had never once heard the name of my host.

That of his father-in-law had been often mentioned. He was Signor

Francesco Torreani, a native of the Papal States, who some years before

had come to the Argentine Republic--as many others of his countrymen--to

better his condition. This, and not much more, of him or his had I

learnt. To say the truth, our daily life during my short stay had been

too much taken up with the pleasures of the present to dwell upon

memories of the past--often painful.

In my case they were of this character, and appeared the same in that of

my new acquaintances. Who, breathing the free, fresh air of the pampas,

or bounding over them on the back of a half-wild horse, would care to

remember the petty joys and sorrows of an effete and corrupt

civilisation? Rather should one wish to forget them.

So was it with me; and so, too, I fancied with these emigrants from the

classic land of Italy. I sought not to know the history of their past.

Why should they have any interest in communicating it? They did not,

any more than the few facts already stated, and these were revealed by

chance, in the course of conversation. Little, however, as I had learnt

of the Torreanis, still less was I informed of the antecedents of my own

countryman. I stood upon the threshold of his house, about to bid him

adieu, without even knowing his name!

This may appear strange, and requiring explanation. It is this. Among

the people of Spanish America, the surname is but seldom heard--only the

Christian cognomen, or, as they term it, _apellido_. This was all I had

heard of my host--Henry being his baptismal appellation.

But for some reason, into which I had no right to inquire, I found him

reticent whenever chance led us to converse upon English affairs; and,

though he showed no prejudice against his native country, he appeared to

take little interest in it--at times, as I thought, shunning the

subject.

In my own mind, I had shaped out a theory to account for this

indifference. Want of success in early life--perhaps something of

social exclusion--though I could not put it upon that score. His

manners and accomplishments proved, if not high birth, at least the

training that appertains to it; and in our intercourse there had more

than once cropped out the masonic signs of Eton and Oxford. I wondered

who he could be, or whence he had sprung. Fearing it might not be

relished, I had forborne asking the question.

It was only at the last moment, when I stood upon his doorstep, and was

about bidding him adieu, that the thought of inquiring his name came

into my head.

"You will excuse me," I said, "if after having been for three days the

recipient of a very pleasant and very undeserved hospitality, I am

somewhat desirous to know the name of my host. It is not a matter of

mere curiosity; but only that I may know to whom I am so largely

indebted."

"How very odd!" he said, answering me with a peal of laughter. "But is

it really the fact that you have not yet learnt my name? I took it as a

matter of course you had. Now I remember it, I have never heard you

call me except by my Italian title of _signore_! What uncourteous

negligence on my part! Three days in a man's house without knowing his

name! How very amusing, is it not? Altogether un-English. To make the

best amends in my power, I shall adopt the English fashion of giving you

my card. I think I have some left in an old card case. Let me see if

there are."

My host turned back into the house, leaving me to laugh over the

circumstance with his sweet wife Lucetta.

Presently he came out again, the card case in his hand; as he

approached, drawing out of it several enamelled cards that appeared

spotted and mouldy with age. Selecting one, he placed it in my hand.

There was no need for scrutinising it just then; and merely glancing at

the piece of cardboard, without staying to decipher the name, I bade him

good-bye--I had already made my adieux to the lady--mounted my horse,

and rode off.

I had not gone far before curiosity prompted me to acquaint myself with

the name of my hospitable entertainer.

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