"How witty and how delicious you are!"
"When did you ever taste me?"
Manolita was a chula or "gal" in her behavior, in her gestures, in her dress, in the pronunciation of her words, and in all that she did; but she was a very charming chula; and that is no miracle, for there are girls like Alexandrine roses in these blessed streets of ours.
Her face was oval, rather pale; her eyes were black, with pink circles under them; her hair was also black, and she wore it in ringlets around the temples; her teeth were white and small, and set close together; her expression that mixture of grave and scornful which is natural to every chula who has not as yet "gone to the dogs."
"Why did you say that you were going to finish your walk this moment?"
Enrique had not said any such thing.
"Before going I wish you would give me a glass of milk."
Manolita got up solemnly from the chair, leaving her book in it, and went to the counter, and without saying a word filled a glass with milk, put it on a plate, and set it on one of the three or four marble tables that were there; then seeing that Enrique did not sit down, but stood motionless in the middle of the shop, following all her movements, she paused suddenly, and said in that ironical tone that never left her lips:—
"Don't you want to drink it indoors, mister[27]?"
"I would not drink it in the house if you should give me five duros!"