"Who is that girl?" asked Miguel.
"Don't you know her? She is Josefina García, one of the ballet at Los Bufos."
And after they had walked a few steps farther, he added, with some perturbation:—
"See here, Miguel, if you will excuse me, I will leave you.... At five we will meet at La Cervecería[34], if you say so."
"All right, uncle, all right," he added, without being able to hide a smile; "go where you please. We'll meet again."
And they took leave of each other, shaking hands.
XV.
How much anxiety, how much misery it caused Maximina to make ready for their 'fiesta'! Her slow and painstaking character ill accorded with Miguel's marvellously quick and lively bent. Hence it came about that in arranging the details of the affair little differences of opinion sprang up between the two.
Miguel, not taking into account that it was the first time that she had ever found herself engaged in such a rout, demanded impossibilities of her.
The poor child, seeing his annoyance, made incredible efforts to have everything right, not because the result made much difference to her, but because she feared worse than death any blame from her husband.