“Yes,” said Charles, much surprised. “What do you want?” “Brother Miguel gave us your address,” explained the first young man. “We wanted to meet with you,” added the second. “What about?” said Charles, more and more surprised, and with the beginnings of irritation in his voice. One of the strangers seemed to be in his mid-twenties, the other younger. Both had long, brown hair and agreeable features, with a certain determination in their expressions. The first had a prominent nose, bright red cheeks, and beautiful teeth, and seemed to be the more thoughtful of the two; the younger man had bright, lively, and somewhat mischievous eyes that were always looking about, a thick-lipped mouth, and the beginning of a thin moustache that, far from making him look older, accentuated the impression of prolonged adolescence. Unlike most people their age, who generally wore running shoes, jeans, and a cotton T-shirt printed with a drawing of some kind and a slogan, usually in English, this pair were dressed in black dress pants with razor-sharp creases, carefully polished black shoes, and beige long-sleeved shirts.
