"Walk in, gent, walk in...."
"A thousand thanks, sweetheart," replied Enrique, entering the shop, and standing just behind the girl.
She turned around to look at him, with a haughty gesture, and said very gravely:—
"Man, I like you for your cheek!"
"And I like you for your sprightliness."
"Indeed! Since when?"
"Since I saw you from the corner of the street."
"Ay, how kind of you! And you knew as much as that, and kept it to yourself!"
"Why, whom could I tell it to?"
"To your grandmother, my son."