"Filomena! for shame!"
"Yes, yes; how virtuous you are! Any one who trusts in you must be fresh!"
And jumping up, she began to play with the paper-cutter, the paper-weight, and all the objects that lay on the table, among others a box of cigars.
"To see what cigars you smoke!... Man! what little bits of ones! what cunning ones! Are they mild?"
"Rather."
"Come now, I should like to try 'em."
And without any hesitation she took a "puro," and bit off the end. Miguel laughed, and handed her a lighted match.
"I have a very clear head," she replied, giving a bold stare at Maximina.
But after four puffs she threw away the cigar, saying:—
"Horrors! What detestable cigars you smoke! They taste as if they were from Córdova!"