"With luck."
"What a manner to care for one."
"You do not understand that one can take good care of one thus?"
"Yes, but such care could have been furnished by any one of us."
"Let us not talk of it any more," Robert Jordan said.
"I care for her seriously."
"Seriously?"
"As there can be nothing more serious in this world."
"And afterwards?
After this of the bridge?"
"She goes with me."
"Then," Agustin said. "That no one speaks of it further and that the two of you go with all luck."
He lifted the leather wine bag and took a long pull, then handed it to Robert Jordan.
"One thing more, _Ingles_," he said.
"Of course."
"I have cared much for her, too."
Robert Jordan put his hand on his shoulder.
"Much," Agustin said.
"Much.
More than one is able to imagine."
"I can imagine."
"She has made an impression on me that does not dissipate."
"I can imagine."
"Look.
I say this to thee in all seriousness."
"Say it."
"I have never touched her nor had anything to do with her but I care for her greatly. _Ingles_, do not treat her lightly.
Because she sleeps with thee she is no whore."
"I will care for her."
"I believe thee.
But more.
You do not understand how such a girl would be if there had been no revolution.
You have much responsibility.
This one, truly, has suffered much.
She is not as we are."
"I will marry her."
"Nay.
Not that.
There is no need for that under the revolution.
But--" he nodded his head--"it would be better."
"I will marry her," Robert Jordan said and could feel his throat swelling as he said it.
"I care for her greatly."
"Later," Agustin said.
"When it is convenient.
The important thing is to have the intention."
"I have it."
"Listen," Agustin said.
"I am speaking too much of a matter in which I have no right to intervene, but hast thou known many girls of this country?"
"A few."
"Whores?"