composure- wiping his nose from time to time- and with so little

common-sense that his two hearers were again filled with wonder at the

force of Don Quixote's madness that could run away with this poor

man's reason. They did not care to take the trouble of disabusing

him of his error, as they considered that since it did not in any

way hurt his conscience it would be better to leave him in it, and

they would have all the more amusement in listening to his

simplicities; and so they bade him pray to God for his lord's