"Well, then, just as you please."
During their walk Utrilla, with incredible geometrical skill, cut a series of circles, ellipses, parabolas, and other incomprehensible and erratic curves, the focus of which was constantly our friends. When they went home, he took a straight line, so well reckoning the measure of his powers that the outline of his silhouette all the way just came short of being blotted out on the edge of the horizon.
Before going into the house they went to the Swiss restaurant[7] to drink chocolate. While they were there, Rivera saw for a single instant the cadet's face pressed against the window-pane.
"Julita, won't you let me go out and ask that boy to take chocolate with us?"
"I don't wish you to! I don't wish you to!" exclaimed the young lady, in an almost frantic tone.
There was nothing left for it but lo let her have her own way and torture the unhappy son of Mars.
"Maximina, I suppose that you don't know," said the cruel little Madrileña, as they were going into the house, "what we call such lads as the one who followed us to the door!"
"No; what?"
"Encerradores."[8]
And laughing, she ran up stairs.