"Have you come back for another?"
"If you are anxious to give me one...."
Enrique's dog-like face expressed such pure satisfaction, and had grown so fearfully ugly in expressing it, that the chula could not prevent a smile breaking out on her face.
And bending over, so as not to compromise herself, she said:—
"Come, come, go your way."
"Don't be spiteful to me, Manolita, but forgive me!"
"That's a great note! I am not a priest to grant absolution!"
"But you can impose penance."
"No such thing! If I did, though, it would be with the dipper in such a way that you would not care to show your ugly phiz around here again."
"That could not be! I might lose my nose, but I could not lose my desire to see you; never!"