"Pedal! pedal!" exclaimed the girl again, and she did not allow him to finish. But after a few moments of this rapturous amusement, Don Alfonso exclaimed, raising his hand to his forehead:—
"Oh, how unfortunate!"
"What is it?"
"Why, my uncle is going to Seville to-day, and I have not yet been to the notary's to arrange my mother's papers."
"Oh, you snipe! Hurry! go and get them; you have time."
"Oh, if it were merely a question of getting them!... I must look over a good part of them, and add my signature."
"Run, then, lazybones ... run!... You may be sure that your mamma will lay your negligence at my door."
Julita said this, pretending to be angry, but without being able to hide the pleasure that the supposition caused her.
"I was going to spend such a delicious afternoon! And now to have to go to a notary's office to eat dust and make my head ache!"
"Go, go! The first thing to do is the first thing to be done!... At any rate, you were in a fair way of telling a good many fibs this afternoon...."