No sooner said than done; she sat down gracefully on the carpeted floor.
Her husband looked at her and smiled.
"Well, then; I am not going to get the chairs at all; I don't want to do otherwise than you do."
And he sat down by her side in front of the fireplace, the flames of which lighted up their smiling faces. The husband took his wife's hands, those plump hands, hardened but not injured by work, and passionately kissed them again and again. The wife did not want to be less affectionate than her husband, and after a little hesitation she took one of his and raised it to her lips. This little touch of innocence delighted Miguel, and he laughed.
"What makes you laugh?" asked the girl, looking at him in surprise.
"Nothing ... pleasure!"
"No; you laughed in a naughty way.... What were you laughing at?"
"Nothing, I tell you.... It's all your imagination."
"But I tell you that you were laughing at me! Have I done anything amiss?"
"What could you have done, tonta? I laughed because it is not customary for ladies to kiss the hands of gentlemen!"