"Let us see it."
He then took him to the storeroom, and opening a closet, showed him a number of packages of candles with lithographed labels, which read:—
JULIA
(Bujía Extrafina).
"How is that?" he demanded, with radiant and triumphant face.
"Very pretty! very delicate!" replied Miguel, smiling.
"Take a package!"
"My dear fellow, no, thank you!"
"Nonsense! take one. If you don't, then I shall send one to you."
From there he took him to a room that was a sort of incommodious private office, with a wretched straw-stuffed sofa, a few chairs, and a table with a writing-desk on it; on the wall hung a panoply with the cadet's military outfit,—sword, belt, spurs, and a couple of foils and a fencing-mask.
Utrilla confessed to his friend that he could not look at this panoply without sadness, recollecting "the happy days in the service."